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Lil Quill
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Cool, Uncle Don
Cool, let's say
Never since failed, you're flashing me
Taken on me one time, the devil spinnin' again
He tryna go off the pin, my money tall
So I walk around with a tan, I keep a Glock in my hand
I don't got no lids for niggas, no toes or shins
Not tryna be the boyfriend, I'll be your beans
We rearrange your event, I pray to God for my sins (let's go)
Nigga, I can't, I don't give a fuck, we were kids
I ain't tryna leak nigga fans, I'm outside
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I'm in the streets of Ireland
Shit in them shoes, one can be rockin' the vans
Still got a drone, it's a band, do what I want
You do whatever you can, we get it hot like a pen
Inside tan, I alterated my pants
No cover, stay there, we sprain, just stay land
Then you butcher to ten, and butcher you and your fam
We got glam, we doin' on me like scams
Chopper the nigga like lamb, yes I am
Hard as I can roll, might go ham, don't know about you, I won't spam
Steppin' like stairs, diamonds on my neck, wait there
I got the fire, I'ma flare him, nigga be there
I don't be care, sit nigga down like I offer the chair
Duck on the young bitch, can't even compare
Ain't say wit, be dead like a pear
We havin' fun with the cake like fair
Bite the little hair off your neck, it's like Nair, uh
Prove it, your paper still bare
Be cool, I'ma be like beer
Be sexy here, just chill
I know NFL got gear
Quarter million cash, one year
I do this shit myself, no deal
Can't give a fuck how that little bitch feel
I do this shit for my bitch, my mom, my bills
No drink like ill
Don't play with the kid, I kill
Ain't about the bread, I'm not goin' near
Bro, that is the only thing I fear
I chase the whole hell now, bitch, not queer
I'm part drink, I got the whole thing
What do you think, I'm goin' down like a hill?
Hell nah, bitch, it's for real
I ain't got two like McKenna, no veal
I got shoes, no strings, they zil
I ain't got that two shots, my clips
Won't even hesitate, your image, lips
I get this shit, I'ma be walkin' the fields
I got your bitch on my dick right here
We got deposit and trap, no zips
Screams, wit, be dead like a ship
Wicks not flexin', they just wanna chill
Scrammin' up, chain, tryna buy you a bill
I can't complain, bitch, I'm flyin' in the lyrics
Goin' insane, they give my dog a pill
I ain't pussy, I ain't nigga like dude
I never heard of the kid, who knew?
Bitch, I'm livin' that work, it can't lose
Pack a Lil' dub, all blues
Mm, good money
Oh God
Sit back there
Damn, thank you
Thank you, Don, yes sir
Oh God
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