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quiz - ask about me lyrics

[verse 1: quiz]
i used to wish upon a star
that i could touch the sky, get a little close to mars
now i’m sitting here alert, buying futureistic cars
k!lling these motherf-ckers, till they feel my best regards
somebody should applause for me, when you see him
never touch my salllery, cause i’m still living [?]
ain’t got no baby bm, but you still consistently see him
dropping off his kids, in they mouth and they ribs
you know it’s quiz, cause the voice is the signiture
[?] you golfing but it’s minniture
swinging for a hit, [?] pay attention
fighting through this game, wouldn’t get it through sespention
f-ck that, and you can tell that these streets is my residents
and that these n-ggas f-ckin with me is my evidence
i could never find a slogan that’d better fit
sounds funny, but i play for dead presidents

[verse 2: jay rock]
i creep through the streets like a gader
big 4 5, shoot straight through a hater
f-ck b-tches, ain’t got no time for your favors
courtside with [?] the lakers
sh-t i’m high, i smoke till i’m dizzy
golden yello coope, call it p-ssy
[?]still on my grizzley
a fool with them hands, n-gga i gets busy
yeah, i’m far from soft
get that -ss knocked out or knocked off
let the gun go off, or get hit with the glock
me and my n-ggas get skrill on the block
ride cars with no roofs, sippin on sh-t we can’t even spell
b-tches giving us head and [?]
[?] n-ggas envy, that’s why i’m strapped like a motherf-cker
jay rock, b-tch!

[chorus: quiz]
moving through life like a big boss
big money, big dreams, big cars
keep a bad chick on each arm
cause they know that i’m on, ask about me
about me, ask about me
ask about me, about me
[verse 3: quiz]
i told these n-ggas i was warming up
the spot you got is temperary, thanks for warming up
so i can step in, bring my right and left in
varsity n-gga, why the jealous of the freshman?
cause i’m a fresh man, looking at your best man
getting stacks, getting racks, look at my left hand
and i’m throwing money out the sunroof
somebody call my father, tell him his son’s proof
of how you get it when you never choose to settle
life is playing chicken, keep your foot up on the petel
drive right through it, middle finger to the struggle
my blood, sweat and tears got me standing in this puddle
my team go to huddle, [?] shuddle
to bust through the [?], slap these n-ggas with a muzzle
so shut the f-ck up, and watch me get it
my cheques up like doctors’ visits
n-gga, ask about me

- quiz lyrics

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