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quilly - talk heavy lyrics

[intro: quilly]
mic check 1, 2, uh
we gon’ let it rock. this jawn called “talk heavy”
uh

[verse 1: quilly]
i don’t rock tom ford and i don’t pop molly
i rock bally, got that white twerkin’ like miley
nudie jeans and a calm sweater; bill cosby
the c-ke in the alley but the dope in the lobby
in a foreign, just was putting tokens in a trolley
i lock the hard so my fiend’s jawslike bobby’s
ruth chris, still gettin’ platters from the papi’s
flirtin’ with the devil and my flow is ungodly
i’m so east coast, i got the whole hood behind me
this how pac would of sound if he ain’t ever move to cali
i got big dreams, i’m off the richter scale
was thinkin’ bricks and i only had a nick to sell
fish scale, was throwing guppies on a digi scale
now the c-ke i’m weighing, heavy; it’s a k!ller whale
i’m gettin’ wavy and they hate that
luther vandross, i even got my weight back
big stomach and my face fat
this that crackel barrel batter, come and taste that
and if you can’t enjoy your high, i replace that
district attorney mad at; want my case back
the fn where my waist at
your rappin’ bout your man’s glory, where your cake at?
i’m confident, she keep tellin’ me i’m c-cky
no lie, a red octagon couldn’t stop me
we can shoot it out, box, wrestle, or karate
young liberace in a all black mazi
eatin’ linguine, garlic bread and ziti
remember i was starvin’, but forgot when i was greedy
i touch down, now she want me in her end zone
remember days, they used to put me in the friend zone
girl, if you get my number, you hit the jackpot
me and ace of spade, in them trucks playin’ matchbox
on a turtle top, playin’ madden on the xbox
game time, check rock, headshot, neck shot
i’ma get it now, ain’t no gurantee the next shot
went from an ounce to a bird, where the pet shop?
got them hoe sick, they gon’ prolly need flu shots
1,000 dollar worth of a1 in my tube socks
that sc-mbag you be tuckin’, my whole crew popped
gps; i got it mapped out
it smell like a nail salon in my crack house
china white, rush hour; soo-yung
drop the yoke in the wok and make egg foo yong
t-bone steaks, i used to eat steak rolls
pizza and shrimp roll, now i got the pimp stroll
front and back, smack a hoe; keep your mitt closed
money the long way, it’s hard to make my mitt fold
buy number 9 or ysl cologne
white one’s or b-tters, i don’t really do foams
legendary in philly; quilly moses malone
a rolling stone, out of this world and i ain’t phoning home
you a flea, i’m a “g”, it’s in my chromosome

- quilly lyrics

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