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so appalled - quilly lyrics

[intro: quilly]
yeah, n-gg-s’ already know what it is
quilly millz, new wave 2 n-gg-

[verse 1: quilly]
yeah, you can check my background, i ain’t rappers
why would even mention all of these weak rappers?
i’m so appalled, i might just draw
and remind ya’ll of how i k!lled them before
pain is a virtue, i can’t rap commercial
i used to have my whole bundle gone before curfew
gave them sh-t to run with, look what i did so far
i ain’t even asking no more, i’ma just bogard
game like bo jack, hot topic; know that
give your chick hard wood, she treat you like a throwback
can’t be around broke n-gg-s’ cuz they don’t want sh-t
never grab, waiting on their og’s to front sh-t
in the trap, the packs doing front flips
the semi make you back flip but you don’t even want this
i be with a fine dike, she don’t even want d-ck
all she want is p-ssy and money, we on the same sh-t
if i could turn back the hands, i wouldn’t change it
i ain’t a celebrity yet, i’m street famous
but them b-tches give me brain till their brainless
send her back to you and she kiss you with them same lips
i lost bleek on a bike, i lost reef cuz of dice
them cold days, i couldn’t sleep through them nights
lost some of my close homies
there’s a hand full of n-gg-s’ that’s live
the rest phony, pin the tail on the donkey
old boy told me “let’s get them”
i snap out and black out like t-rex syndrome
i run the streets, i’m out here, i’m around
i be up gettin’ money, i’ll sleep when i’m in the ground
marijuana by the ton, c-ke by the onion
[?] knockin’ trees off more than paul bunions
i be smokin’ deaf, n-gg- last year was nothing
this sh-t right here, have me lit; time square
my goons catchin’ reck and their amped up
i’m just gettin’ money, tryna stretch like i’m cramped up
i can’t wait til’ the first come
same clothes for days, i get fly when the work done
i’m high when the juice around or when the percs come
you’re a gun collector n-gg-, you don’t squirt none
i’m so sick of this, run up in your queen on the strength of stickin’ it
i know, i’m ridiculous
expensive high, you ain’t puffin or sippin’ this
disrespectful, talkin bout can you put a nick in this
it’s cold where i’m at, we hustle sacks, st. nicholas
you know where i’m at if you really wanted to get it in
names in a statement, i will never quote
the streets dried up, we never better c-ke
i’m playin’ chess to a stale mate
the hard times make the good times feel great
i be high on mt. kushmore
smokin’ the same weed wiz khalifa got booked for
loyalty is everything, the money is nothing dawg
soon as a n-gg- act shady, i’ma cut him off
brim low, outside smokin’ indow
and, i was out there when you was watching from the window
i’m tryna make a dollar every time the wind blow
i be in the lab k!llin’ beats like timbo
i don’t dance, i don’t party, i don’t disco
put the streets on a disc, and sell a lot of crisco
n-gg-..

- quilly lyrics

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