a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

thank me later - ot7 quanny lyrics

[intro]
not gonna k!ll me
i’m your son

you know why kanan k!lled his son, huh?
you know why kanan put a f*ckin’ bullet in shawn’s head?
because shawn was disloyal
if you were anybody else
tariq, you’d already be dead
yeah, lil’ n*gga
the moment you let tommy in the penthouse to k!ll me
was the moment you were no longer my son
and now you’re my enemy

[hook]
i ain’t gotta write a rap, sh*t, i can make a play
you better go put you up a hundred
just for a rainy day
yes, save that paper, n*gga
that’s gon’ come in handy
thank me later, n*gga

i show bro my first hundred
you shoulda saw his face
the dope came with the tiger stamp
yeah, this that frosted flakes
hit ’em in his cap, yeah, that’s the money shot
i’m at the spot
watchin’ jay reid
you ain’t no f*ckin’ cop
[verse 1]
reach for this jewelry, you get rained on
the bullets went straight down the pipe
just like some drain*o (uh*huh)
i go get the bag, go get the bag, yeah
that hit you, you better breathe
just like fab said
i heard you got some cash
you started actin’ funny (yeah)
i got some cash and i ain’t changed
that’s why they f*ckin’ love me (that’s why they f*ckin’ love me)
i heard what you said
and you gon’ pay for this (you gon’ pay for this)
pop out there, right by his side
your n*gga, jadakiss (your n*gga, jadakiss)
yeah, this that rick owens
this ain’t no raf simons (this that rick owen)
they call me rubber band man
yeah, i’m a cash getter (yeah, i’m a cash getter)
i’ma go get me some money
yeah, that’s by any means (yeah, trap or die)
i got lil’ boys and they need everything (yeah)
i told my brothers that i love ’em
you know you family to me (bro, you know i love you)
i didn’t even want the kitty
she tried to hand it to me (she tried to hand it to me)
once you hear that switch
you better not f*ckin’ trip (you better not f*ckin’ trip)
these rap n*ggas cops
yeah, 1*800*tips (1*800*tips)
[hook]
i ain’t gotta write a rap, sh*t, i can make a play
you better go put you up a hundred
just for a rainy day
yes, save that paper, n*gga
that’s gon’ come in handy
thank me later, n*gga

[verse 1]
reach for this jewelry, you get rained on
the bullets went straight down the pipe
just like some drain*o (just like some drain*o)
watch his head bust like a volcano (like a volcano)
i’m doin’ the dash in a durango (in a durango)

i turned nothin’ into something
i got the gift of god (yes, the gift of god)
i took my baby in dior
i told her “pick a bag” (if you ain’t pick a bag)
once i got the ball
i never dropped the ball (i never dropped the ball)
the choppa hit ’em so hard
it knocked his pockets off (it knocked his pockets off)
ballin’ on these n*ggas, just like i’m gasol (just like i’m gasol)
he say he got guap
he need to knock it off (he need to knock it off)
if i catch that boy, i knock his noggin off (i knock his noggin off)
glocky put ’em right to sleep
just like some tylenol (just like some tylenol)
ballin’ on these n*ggas, just like i’m gasol (just like i’m gasol)
ballin’ on these n*ggas, just like i’m gasol (just like i’m gasol)
i can’t make you laugh
but i can make some cash
this that pyrex music
and brown paper bags

- ot7 quanny lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular