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quilly - what's my name lyrics

[intro: quily]
ok, quilly millz, new wave. i’m right in

[verse 1: quilly]
oh nah nah, what’s my name?
gettin’ money, give a f-ck about what’s their name
they say i act hood but my hoods the blame
but i come from the hood, where we push them things
get high, fried, haze cook my brain
rather hopping out the squadder
or hopping out the range
i ain’t dead or change baby, how can i complain?
a couple years ago, i was hopping out the train
now i’m in the lane doin’ 180, it’s a shame
hopping out of s’s, lays be the freshest
[?] pray allah send me blessings
i gotta get my momma out the hood
and she stressing
gotta keep protection, from these females
16 learned a lesson, never show affection
break them down, i don’t f-ck around, no foreplay
early in the morning cuz i came off the porch late
50 of the sour to the face, get my thoughts straight
steak, tilapia, lamb, no pork plates
waiting till’ i hopping out the lamb with the foreign plates
speed off, leave n-gg-s’ with the poor face (ewww)
started off with an 8ball (ewww)
then i had to gain more weight
headline so i came in the door late
if you want me rap, i need more cake
ill guy, in the lab; bill nye
married to the game, stack cake real high
days inn, b-tches never seen my room
haze in, so we blowing like a typhoon
quarter million downloads on the itunes
spend money real fast, i’ma die soon
yeah, you’re d-mn right n-gg-
i sound like quilly, i don’t sound like n-gg-s

yeah, i sound like quilly, i don’t sound like n-gg-s
dam right n-gg-, i don’t sound like n-gg-s

[verse 2]

what you smoking on? that la la?
presidential sh-t; obama
get hit with the cannon or the llama
i don’t affiliate myself with the drama
i’m repping philly the eagles
i trap like its legal
i’m smoking the diesel, i’m selling yola to people
i’m bully and broad street
i ain’t floating with sigel
i’m from the gutter
crack pipes, dutch guts and needles
no personals, no hickies now
it was f-ck me then, you wanna f-ck me now?
i came a long way from them d-ckies now
they used to hate your dog, they mike vick me now
ok, i’m drinking henny straight
haze coming through my nose
and i don’t do the rose, i buy it for my hoes
you can smell the aroma coming out the vanilla
underwear, undershirt, socks lord and taylor
make sales for my n-gg-s, pay bails for my n-gg-s
my n-gg-s’ kevin hart, pin the tail on these n-gg-s’
and when i’m on the 30, i do these n-gg-s’ dirty
i k!ll them, i ain’t going back to 4th like a birdie
i’m out here

- quilly lyrics

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