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rodney king - quilly lyrics

[intro: quilly]

how you gonna go to war and get money at the same time?
all i want is the money, nah mean?

[hook: quilly] (2x)

can we all just get along? rodney king
i had a dream, i had a dream; martin luther king
my mama put me in this world to do my thing
i will never testify; never sing

[verse 1: quilly]

if it’s not detainer on me then i’m gon’ bail
if my single don’t work, then i’m gon sell; work!
ziplock and my old scale
it be a cold day in h-ll before i’d ever tell
never told in my life, never plan to
stand tall, that’s the kinda sh-t a man do
i’m in that new sh-t, i used to bring them van through
now that top drop on em like bamboo
i remember all the hoes that i ran through
i remember all the hoes that i ran though
look at me, all that sh-t you said i can’t do
a 1,000 grams wrapped in plastic, this a sample
soon as they let me out the cell; do my thing
cook a half a brick, promote it like i’m don king
i took some money, bought a lawyer; never sing
he like oscar de la hoya in the ring

[hook: quilly] (2x)

can we all just get along? rodney king
i had a dream, i had a dream; martin luther king
my mama put me in this world to do my thing
i will never testify; never sing

[verse 2: quilly]

she said “boy this p-ssy yours, you better do your thing”
i bent her over, beat that p-ssy up like rodney king
she said “quilly you the best, you the hottest”
malcolm x by any means; get out my pocket
can we all just get along? do a song
man, if you was in my position, would you put me on?
4 to 8, i swear the system tried to do me wrong
but i’m too wavy for a job; want my money long
you know them haters gon’ talk when you ain’t got sh-t
then turn around and talk about you when you got sh-t
was eatin’ noodles now it’s noodles wit the chopsticks
don’t make me pull up on your b-tch wit the drop 6
money in the bank, money in the mattress
watch a project n-gg- tour the atlas
how you call yourself a boss?; never sold sh-t
how you call yourself a boss? where your old sh-t?
they say “quilly run the streets”, oh sh-t
quilly on some new sh-t, bankroll sh-t
so, if you want my old sh-t, grab my old sh-t
cuz i ain’t never lookin’ back, ask my old b-tch

- quilly lyrics

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