lirik lagu quilly - pound cake (freestyle)
[verse 1: quilly]
i’m goin’ in cuz n-gg-s’ counted me out
shaka johnson on my case, why would they doubt?
he fought like danny garcia, h-ll of a bout
now i’m fresh up out of jail, waves spinnin’ on my scalp
cake, cake, cake
dough on em, two steppin’ out of court
terry o on them
take these county blues off, put some clothes on him
you can say whatever bout me, never told on them
tell on what? tell on who?
you shoot a n-gg-, he shoot back and tell on you
they metros back on and the scale on too
double f’s on my feet, i got the belt on too
c-ke get dropped, same spot as the spaghetti
uptown but i be down north, eating reddy’s
talk heavy, i’m so wavy, they wanna wet me
louie backpack, full of gas like a getty
take a b-tch to neimans, she was used to rainbows
block jumpin’ like a kangaroo on a kangol
gettin facetime, now your b-tch wanna tango
on my 5s, talkin sh-t to your main hoe
was gettin skinny, quilly eat on n-gg-s’
t-boz, left-eye, chilli ; creep on n-gg-s’
n-gg-‘s sweet, put my hands and my feet on n-gg-s’
signed a major deal with spade just to see those figgas
i said, free my n-gg- quill and free my n-gg- mill
we was in that four door porsche before the deal
streets turned a n-gg-‘s heart cold, get the chills
young diabetic, fight the pain with the pills
so east coast, you rappers is down south
flow like 36 ounces in a drought
pounds in the bed, quarter ounces in the couch
you just with him for the money
he a rat and you’re a mouse
hold up, hoes on my d-ck when i stroll up
p.o. on my p-ss, i can’t even roll up
drop a circle to the oil, krispy creame doughnuts
just thinkin’ bout the trap, make me wanna blow up
a dope [?} young boy, listen to your grown up
this that 96 coogi flow, got it sewn up
if i stay down, we gon’ be alright flow
catch that early morning rush, all night flow
this that hot tea for the frostbite flow
i will, you n-gg-s might flow
aquil everything but alright flow
florida evans, jj dynamite flow!
20,000 off pills, light flow
i just do it for the thrills, mike flow
flow like this could put a mill on it
call the record label, tell them put your deal on it
your pound cake ain’t sh-t without quill on it
i went to jail on some sh-t and i’m still on it
sour to a ferragamo
quilly name ringin’ from the bottom to the hollow
shooters, bang bang, desperado
i’m from philly where the murder rate is like chicago
n-gg-‘s sell a couple dots now he think he pablo
you don’t like me but you go the mixtape, i know
i know..yeah, baby i know..yeaah
kev, i’m back n-gg-. right. ha, turn me up though
ha, i’m right in though!
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