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never clear - quelly woo lyrics

[intro]
uh huh
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
yeah (woo, whole lotta, whole lotta woo)
whole lotta, whole lotta woo (boo, boo)
wait, wait, hol’ on

[chorus]
superfly, mr. [?]
beat the p*ssy, i ain’t ducking
too high, pelican
baddie, elegant
no rollie, skeleton
mike amiri with the vitamin
ice out, freezer
i get her wet, katrina
one shot, tipsy
two shots, mixxy
bad b*tch, named trixie
and she wanna know how the drizzy

[verse]
don’t meet her, call up trizzy
he gonna aim for your kidney
you don’t want smoke, chimney
rappin’ and trappin’ ’til i get a milly
my n*ggas see you in front of me and ask for handouts
i got a buzz, it wasn’t planned out
they got the drive, camp out
shoot ’em from far, man down
you gon’ see red, no redemption
duppy up it with perfection
.30 on me for protection
n*ggas hating, they see progression
i got shooters like a gym
bad b*tches in my dm, uh
coupe off, panoramic
freak b*tch, acrobatic
talk sh*t, let ’em have it
i’ma rob ’em, it’s a habit
i keep my bands in elastic
tp mr. fantastic, uh huh
stay humble
he gon’ shoot, got no time for the rumble
i keep a rocket like westbrook
don’t got the chop, get hit with a left hook
too high, pluto
big body, sumo
b*tch i’m the king, kuzco
do the dash in the two*door
[chorus]
superfly, mr. [?]
beat the p*ssy, i ain’t ducking
too high, pelican
baddie, elegant
no rollie, skeleton
mike amiri with the vitamin
ice out, freezer
i get her wet, katrina
one shot, tipsy
two shots, mixxy
bad b*tch, named trixie
and she wanna know how the drizzy

[outro]
uh huh, yeah
and she wanna know how the drizzy
don’t make me call up— yeah
don’t make me call up drizzy
hol’ on, hol’ on, don’t make me call up
yeah, get low
huh? get low
yeah, huh, do it just like that, yeah
yeah, yeah, uh
get low, get low
bend it over, touch your toe
put the d up in her soul
bad b*tch from— uh huh
rolls royce, cutting it
brodie gon’ up it like markennen
tina, trixie
i made her open a chevvy
mike amiri—
uh, used to wear levi
now it’s mike amiri denim
catch an opp, we gon’ send ’em to heaven
he gon’ need a preacher, reverend
bad b*tch, in it
huh? baddie, with some melanine
yeah, and she got freckles
rock a n*gga like a pebble
rock a n*gga like a boulder
talk sh*t, run ’em over
brown skin, blondie
ass fat, obvi’
on the i*95, going 135
and that big .35, send a shot to the sky
hahaha

- quelly woo lyrics

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