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quake - quelly woo lyrics

[intro]
wait (is this glvck?)
gllah, gllah
like, look
wait
look

[chorus]
ass fat, she makin’ it quake
shorty a freak, i might nut on her lace
got the g right by my waist
uppin’ the gs, you get shot in your face
ass fat, she makin’ it quake
left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
a*ass fat, she makin’ it quake
le*left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace

[verse]
smokin’ on lu got me higher than [?]
in my bag, i might pour me a eighth, like
this ain’t slow jam, pick up the pace
i like the way how you movin’ your waist
to*touch them hips, baby, don’t play
le*left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
to*to*touch them hips, baby, don’t play
le*le*left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
gllah, wherе you goin’ with all of that ass, like?
ba*baby, come herе
you so pretty, can i take you home?
can we get to [?] f*ckin’ on a chair?
hi*hit it right, make her bust a tear
so much pain in my body, i could bust a tear
better watch them people, n*ggas be weird
pop me a 30, see everythin’ clear
ba*baby, some days i be feelin’ hopeless
like, what i gotta do to be noticed?
workin’ hard but it’s hard to focus
sh*t i can’t talk ’bout, it’s hard cope with
drugs in my therapy because they fix it
’bout gettin’ money? then pop a prescription
make youfeel different
if you ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t livin’, gllah
big*big .48 like a trojan horse
let’s play ball, i ain’t talkin’ sports
up it fast, no time to even have a thought
got the drop, leave a n*gga on his porch
i think i see shh–, let me fix my form
both hands when i shoot like i’m holdin’ a sword
i need a bucket, i’m tryna score
too many tans, could take down a horde
(walk with the stick like i’m voldemort)
hollows gon’ hit a n*gga like [?]
boys on my body, watch how fast we go
lil’ baddie gettin’ neeky off the tito’s
move with the g every day like it’s legal
i’m just tryna protect all my people
rich or poor, i see you as equal
could never talk down ’cause i know how it feel to, gllah
like*like, i’m a dark horse, i’m a black sheep
[?] and hate comin’ at me
back out the g, make you run like a track meet, gllah
behind my back [?] talkin’ sh*t, in person wanted dab me
you a p*ssy, you a claffy
(don’t care if you jack me, you cannot clap me)
[chorus]
ass fat, she makin’ it quake
shorty a freak, i might nut on her lace
got the g right by my waist
uppin’ the gs, you get shot in your face
ass fat, she makin’ it quake
left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace
a*ass fat, she makin’ it quake
le*left cheek, right cheek, pick up the pace

- quelly woo lyrics

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