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joel goodson - quentin miller lyrics

[intro: quentin miller]
yeah, super saiyan

[verse 1: quentin miller]
started making records at my momma house (yeah)
now i’m taking records to the office now (yeah)
first i was just happy being on the team (yeah)
but now i’m chasing green, pockets listerine (yeah)
hold up, what you saying? you ain’t even ’bout it
you don’t even speak to no accountants
yeah, y’all talking ’bout running up in n-gg-‘s houses
and i’m tryna put my n-gg-s up in different houses b-tch
yeah, when i eat my n-gg-s eat
i f-ck with some that ain’t even in the street
i f-ck with some n-gg-s that be really overseas
running through them racks, on vacation for some weeks
i got my mind on my money like dre and snoop
hit the club in that all-black, that’s my vader mood
catch me on that 101, flying through la
she say “ain’t you from the a?”
i tell her “yeah, i’m a decatur dude, shawty, what you mean?”

[hook: thecoolismac]
drank and weed (drank)
drank and drank and weed (i’m high, smoke up)
what you need? (huh?)
i got what you need (so high, get it)
drank and weed (drank)
drank and drank and weed (twist up, geek)
drank and weed
shawty, i got what you need (huh?)

[verse 2: quentin miller (thecoolismac)]
okay, what’s up motherf-cker, where my money?
i’m from atlanta, east atlanta, yeah, we run it
nah, i ain’t no stunt man, but h-ll yeah, i be stunting
the cheapest thing i got on is my sneaks, and they four hundred
yeah (big dog baby, you know what type of rubbers i’mma bring
motherf-cking leave, you don’t want no part of my team
sure can’t see you, but d-mn shawty, we smell ya
-ss a boatload, and coolismac got something to sell you
i hit scoop, he said he videl you
that mean that proper team, go on sell your boy an onion ring
all you need to peep about sofas ain’t no coming clean
you going with me, you ain’t said nothing but a thing
wanna be with a baller, shot caller
but you’re f-cking up already cause that n-gg- ain’t a starter
player from the a, f-cking at night and in the morning i’m chicago
in the wind, we blow b-tch, n-gg- we get it in)

[outro]
yeah, just every day pimping man
ain’t got many cars outside, but i got a ho outside, you feel me?
and that b-tch willing to go the extra mile, you hear me?
if you know what i mean? we doing that shit straight out of atlanta

- quentin miller lyrics

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