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wdng crshrs - utdinfiniti lyrics

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[intro]
we up through that, quentin miller, coolismac
n-gg- we all through that b-tch
we up through that b-tch (send me that address)
skirt

[chorus]
n-gg-, we gonna put on, we’ve been through some shit
hundred pack of weed, ran her through that shit, send me that address we up through that shit
it’s new to you but ooh to us we through with it, seen your project and i threw that shit
had a check in college but i threw that shit

[verse 1: coolismac]
y’all n-gg-s threw some shit, ‘coz we here now you go through some shit
n-gg- you know exactly what’s up
i ain’t backin’ got my guns up
i ain’t backin’ down from n-gg-s
but i know we runnin’ past some n-gg-s
i got the check and i’m blowing through it
got your b-tch and i’m way in, through it
that money we ain’t playin’ with you
’bout them bands there come and getcha
i rep decatur ‘coz it’s in my nature,(grind) uhm like i was a skater
pinky ring like i’m from jamaica, it’s not a team you keep getting favors
but i need that back n-gg- i need that back
smoking on keisha packs smoking on riffa packs
got my n-gg- quentin miller with me
hundred pack b-tch we branch through it, swivel it

[chorus]
n-gg-, we gonna put on, we’ve been through some shit
hundred pack of weed, ran her through that shit, send me that address we up through that shit
it’s new to you but ooh to us we through with it, seen your project and i threw that shit
had a check in college but i threw that shit
y’all n-gg-s threw some shit, ‘coz we here now you go through some shit

[verse 2: quentin miller]
quentin miller i’m up through that b-tch
hottest in atlanta, i can prove that shit
me and mac closest thing to that
daddy fat and i drape these stacks
work moving like the pilgrims
motherf-ck a record deal bruh
chasin’ bras that’s the old me
i’m trying to ball like gin-bli
it ain’t christmas but we lighting trees
i drink liquor like its tropicana
me and her we just got a thing
by tomorrow morning you can have her
and these grits ain’t from waffle house
and my syrup ain’t over the counter
it’s only four things a n-gg- need
money, hoes, clothes and sours

[outro]
yea, you know whats happening
way back here in atlanta n-gg-
quentin miller,coolismac. yea i’m pimping
dripping, you lost yo hoes, you lost yo mojo



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