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lirik lagu lil quill – with me

[chorus]
i bought my new b-tch a new bag, just to go brag
got two hundred miles on the dash so i go fast
hundred k stashed in this fendi new black bag
you talkin’ sh-t then we pull up with no mask
eight k property, gucci i don’t sag
geeked on the perc and the xan so i might crash
twenty-eight k for the cookie gas bag
we get ’em in by the trashbag
heard he want beef with me, he not no street to me, i got that heat with me (let’s do it)
don’t try to creep on me, two twenty three on me, no you not seeing me (let’s do it)
i got your b with me, and she want sleep with me, she tryna eat with me (let’s do it)
been with that sh-t but i’m not with that sh-t you be doin’, that sh-t don’t agree with me

[verse 1]
racks in my denim, my d-ck all the way in ’em
just so i can get ’em, i split ’em n-gga
make this sh-t last to december
remember back when i was posted on amber
and no i never ever been a pretending lil b-tch, i got white like a dental
if you talk that sh-t i’ma get you
if you talk that sh-t i’ma hit you
man down, n-gga don’t fold
you better stick to that g code
i got some n-ggas on beast mode
hundred round clip, yeah we keep those
this is a stick lil b-tch, with a scope on that sh-t, ho this not a draco
i swear to god, man i hate those
the tip just a waste of my ammo
i really need something to shoot with abundant so i do not have to be stuntin’
these p-ssy -ss n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, these n-ggas just really be frontin’
you know that i really be stackin’ it
you know that i really be gettin’ it
fifty round, thirty round
every strap ’round me extended, you know i been gettin’ it
i just caught a vault in the loft
just hit for some bags and i just got ’em off
they think it’s a joke but i bought this sh-t out
throw dirt on my name, i’ma draw this sh-t out
just hit me a l!ck for a small amount
finna throw this sh-t right in my bank account
roll up the bourbon, light this sh-t up, now i’m swervin’
i really do this sh-t on purpose

[verse 2]
thought this sh-t was over ’til i pushed up inside that rover, rollin’ up doja
i smoke on that gas ’til it’s over, these n-ggas be greener than clovers, i know you
i’m finna really expose you, and i’m finna f-ck up my motor
and i got two bricks in the trunk and i’m ridin’ with unc so i need to drive slower
p do not f-ck ’round and get punt like a soda
p do not f-ck ’round and run out of this soda
i’m finna whip up the yola
he don’t know ho cook up no cola
i only talk digits, if i cannot flip it, i’m really not with it
look how that clip hangin’ out of that semi
come with it, we with it, let’s get it
i just sold it a brick, it was dummy
i just caught the stick, it was tommy
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, ain’t trustin’ these n-ggas
so i hit a l!ck with my auntie
just dropped off a pack to my mommy
i ain’t hard to find if you want me
(you know that sh-t on me, no i am not lonely
why the f-ck wrong with you huh? the f-ck wrong with you?)
i still got two bricks in the ceiling, can’t find ’em
12 pull up on me, n-gga i’m dippin’
n-gga push up for the run and got fired at
n-gga never should’ve came to them trenches
green bean meet the tip of this sh-t
f-ck around and i’ma hit, i ain’t missin’
word to my pound, f-ck the key to the city
i’m just tryna come home and count up me a billy

- lirik lagu lil quill

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