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he sayin - yung mal & lil quill lyrics

[verse 1: lil quill]
i do not know what he sayin’, think he playin’
drip head to toe louis v sign the brand
park at the show get ’em passed to mans
red bottoms look just like karate pants
don, no i ain’t fearin’ about no bands i didn’t come
man holdin’ weight just like tons
wrist on my thumbs, geeked up by lunch
stick with the drum think it’s sweet cinnabon
wet up the block like a sponge then run
back to the safe house geeked up on hundreds
yougins they under me spinnin’ like laundry
these n*ggas streets this a jitt this ain’t enemy
came a long way now a condo i stay
pimp out your spot we don’t do cakes {?}
my lawyer, i do not cooperate
free the whole gang out the world in them gates

[verse 2: yung mal]
iceberg
free the whole gang out the gates
been stackin’ my bills up i feel like i’m gates (yeh)
big ass house on a hill with a gate
give a f*ck if they sisters or not know i’m f*ckin’ off g*y
somebody die, gang they all on the tv
straight from the mud but you might see me on tv
back in the day kick a door for a tv
takin these rp’s, stay with that keltec like i’m in the army (strapped)
let em play i’ll make it sing like a r&b
fire your ass up with no warning
i woke up made a 10 this morning (cash)
she want d*ck boy the b*tch stay h*rny
walk on the stage, wrist performin’
still up 6 in the morning
b*tch all on my d*ck, back back b*tch chill
hol up

[verse 3: lil quill]
why he talkin to me he ain’t got no cash for me
search him? nah, cause i got the strap on me
b*tch i ball like athlete actually [?] start keeping tabs with me
how the f*ck you think i got my name
10 years old kicking doors catchin stains
fresh whip came with the interior wood grain
lil b*tch loss my soul out this sh*t
[?] dead bro
man look how they treat me think i turn to genie
minie minie mow f*ck a fifty
rocks sit on on my chains and earrings
they blinging got millions inside of my rings
jackets and bands [?]
my n*gga caught bodies man they on the tv
lawyer paid up so them cases we beat em

[verse 4: yung mal]
and we right back at it
talkin bout that money i’m having it
sippin that mud i’m losing my balance (mud)
all on my block, eat up my drip
i got that sh*t by the gallon
i pull up on candler
i got a cat on my channel (cat)
chopper so big i don’t need help i got handle
good with the passin the 6
big rock fire him up just like a candle (fire)
double bag on him like dolce gabanna
still in the hood and i got me some commas
quill my brother we go the same momma
long live plug, i do it for domo
i f*ck your whole throat just for lil doom
uh come on yeah
b*tch, lil b*tch
they know we havin’ this sh*t, they know we havin’ this sh*t

- yung mal lil quill lyrics

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