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yung lava - quitter lyrics

[intro: tizzy stackz]
grr+rr+rrt
aye, aye, green light, gang
to the fo, n+gga, you already know how we comin’, gang

[chorus: yung lava]
i be ballin’ on them 6ixers
32 up in my clipper
give him shots, this ain’t no liquor
i might f+ck, but i don’t tip her
houdini talkin’, he just bitter
left the streets, boy he a quitter
only pk in my swisher
ballin’ hard like reggie miller
i be ballin’ on them 6ixers
32 up in my clipper
give him shots, this ain’t no liquor
i might f+ck but i don’t tip her
houdini talkin’, he just bitter
left the streets, boy he a quitter
only pk in my swisher
ballin’ hard like reggie miller

[verse 1: yung lava]
give me bands, i’ll make ‘еm bigger
these shots ain’t for your livеr
we pull up like we deliver
glizzy shakin’ like a stripper
shorty rocking with a winner
she gon’ eat me up for dinner
ass was fat, i had to bend her
she love mine, i make her wetter
these n+ggas really wanna be me
might pop up, and lift his beanie
wipe him down, he looking freezie
or i’ll up it on a gg
heard them sayin’ they gon’ k!ll me
i was trappin’, moving silly
i’m a stepper, word to illy
run him down like him dilly
we was trappin’ out the billy
turn a condo to a telly
they want beef, we bought a deli
i’m the sh+t, what can you tell me?
keep on knockin’ till it’s empty
two+door skating on parely’s
i was lost up in the bentley
cold heart nights up with my celly
[chorus: yung lava & tizzy stackz]
i be ballin’ on them 6ixers
32 up in my clipper (32 up in my clipper)
give him shots, this ain’t no liquor (ain’t no liquor)
i might f+ck but i don’t tip her (nah)
houdini talkin’, he just bitter
left the streets, boy he a quitter
only pk in my swisher
ballin’ hard like reggie miller
i be ballin’ on them 6ixers
.32 up in my clipper
give him shots, this ain’t no liquor
i might f+ck but i don’t tip her
houdini talkin’, he just bitter
left the streets, boy he a quitter
only pk in my swisher (aye, aye)
ballin’ hard like reggie miller (gang!)

[verse 2: tizzy stackz]
i’ma up it on ’em gg (grr+rt!)
any boy that think he keyzie (nah)
f+ck the ‘net, like come and see me
front his crib, i do him neatly (bang)
hollows hit him up in 3d (in 3d)
run the opps straight out the city (out the city)
n+ggas know that we get litty (get lit)
ain’t n0body f+ckin’ with me
he ain’t with it, yeah, i know (i know)
he only demon through the iphone (goofy)
k!ll switch got his eyes closed
now he beg the lord, yeah john o, aye
think he slide, and get a wipe nose, aye
we ain’t shootin’ at no ten toes, aye (nah)
head taps for his mental (bang)
yeah these ripped tips detrimental
[chorus: yung lava]
i be ballin’ on them 6ixers
32 up in my clipper
give him shots, this ain’t no liquor
i might f+ck, but i don’t tip her
houdini talkin’, he just bitter
left the streets, boy he a quitter
only pk in my swisher
ballin’ hard like reggie miller
i be ballin’ on them 6ixers
32 up in my clipper
give him shots, this ain’t no liquor
i might f+ck but i don’t tip her
houdini talkin’, he just bitter
left the streets, boy he a quitter
only pk in my swisher
ballin’ hard like reggie miller

- yung lava lyrics

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