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queso - ag club lyrics

[intro]
i need that fetti, boy
i need that dinero, that f*ckin’ peso, n*gga
the euro, all that sh*t, boy
i’m tryna eat
don’t expect sh*t for me ’cause i don’t expect sh*t for you
but that f*ckin’ bank, n*gga
i need that cheese, that bread, right now

[verse 1]
i might fight fire with fire and h*ll hot than a b*tch
and i be feelin’ this spot to put some weight on my wrist
i need a constant vacation full of p*ssy and bliss
and get the love i was chasin’, but that sh*t don’t exist
i’m high as f*ck of this life, inebriated in tears
’cause i been seein’ the light and this reflect my fears
i wanna die every night, but every day that i’m here
i realize n*ggas can’t touch if they try

[chorus]
okay
i need the paper, the feta, i need the cheese
i need the paper, the feta, i need the green
i need it now, right now, b*tch, i can’t wait
if you comin’ next week, b*tch, that’s too late
i need the paper, the feta, i need the cheese
i need the paper, the feta, i need the green
i need it now, right now, b*tch, i can’t wait
if you comin’ next week, b*tch, that’s too late
[verse 2]
n*ggas tryna knock me off my pivot foot, i feel that
double d make sure you cop the secure before i pill that
need a milk ticket, still trippin’ where the grill at?
if my heels slip i heelflip until the rim crack
spittin’ crack rock on the empty stomach
f*ckin’ [throw it?], b*tches love it
conversation, i’m the subject, speakin’ on my name in public
[?], this n*gga must not know me
wait ’til i speak my mind
need a billy for n*ggas who see me milly rock before i hit my diddy bop
n*gga keepin’ fendi with me, horse and my city rock
who put up a fifty pop? sh*t like this got fifty pop
i know these n*ggas mad, they wanna hit me in my kenny spot
n*gga, i treat a lyric like an option, n*gga
no disrespect, just don’t forget i got it proper, n*gga
cookin’ betty crocker off my rocker, i’ma pop it, n*gga
halfway of the porsche, got anrs, tryna talk to n*ggas
they tyin’ up the phone lines, it’s go time
n*ggas gon’ be quotin’ this like k*dots control line
used to away for sh*t, now we pull up and we control lines
b*tch, i need that swiss, the cheddar, [?], the provolone [?]

- ag club lyrics

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