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byegonez - quadie diesel lyrics

[intro: lil yachty]
i’m working on dying
yeah

[verse 1: quadie diesel]
f*ckin’ on b*tches, kickin’ ’em out (yeah)
she keep on chattin’, d*ck in her mouth (sh*t)
i got the peas, shippin’ them out (uh)
i just bled out, shoot me down south (i just bled)
got a fat b*tch, lift up her pouch ([?])
[?], wavy like scuba (huh)
take her to school, i’m mr. cool ([?])
we goin’ federal, that b*tch a trooper
get to the money, i [?]
f*ck all these b*tches like karma sutra
watchin’ my back just like a [?]
get to the coin just like i’m parking (get to the)
a work of art like i was at [?]
he sellin’ drugs, i want a portion (he sellin’ drugs?)
different color drugs, i might [?] (yeah)
it’s quadie diеsel, the diesеl for scorching (yeah)
it’s quadie diesel, the diesel for torching

[verse 2: lil yachty]
[?] i’m stackin’ a fortune (uh)
[?] always need me a portion (uh)
walk in my cut, yeah, the [?] and [?] (uh)
only head nino ’cause n*ggas be shortened (uh)
snitches in here, finna go call [?]
hole in his head, now he look like a dorphin
wait a minute, uh, i mean dolphin
no, i mean dope fiend
i just spent six figures [?] just on codeine (huh)
[?] keep bringing more friends, i need more beans (huh)
i’ma get tough in this b*tch like [?] (oh)
said he on go, sh*t, f*ck n*gga, go then (uh)
he switchin’ sides on the gang, he a ho then (uh)
he saw that [?] in the car like a [?]
comin’ outside, then that n*gga gon’ die and
[verse 3: quadie diesel]
twenty*eight, sixteens, ten packs
you know i talk numbers, no, can’t get your sh*t back (stupid)
got a weak stomach [?]
i keep the rabbit food like a trick hat (yeah)
send a b*tch home like i already hit that
i got the dome and she can’t get a spit mat (never)
f*ckin’ a black and white b*tch like a mismatch (ayy)

- quadie diesel lyrics

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