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Quadeca and Frosty like what? BITCH None of my shit fucking match, I’m still the best dressed HUH? “Who just fucked my bitch?” Take your best guess hahaha Bitch I wake up fresh I do not get dressed My bitch is evangelical christian, she like heck yes (amen) Okay Saying no way like you Jose I been killing shit like OJ Cancelling school when I go iced out, it’s a snowday Okay, we going up When they see the check I’m getting they be throwing up Bitch type Q into motherfucking google and I really be the first thing that be showing up I been like “thank you next” I hit that bitch with a thank you text Who been on that shit, better take your guess When I’m out in Palo Alto like the grateful dead yeah Call me Kodak, I’m a suburban dude... They call you... they call you what? We never heard of you NOPE I tell her thank you, next Callin' Quadeca shoot baby text SongtexteRide with the choppa, I hit with the blade All of my soles look like a parade, what? HUH? Yuh Why they Goofy they be talking that shit 'Hunid bands got it all in my hip I fuck on that bitch in the back of the whip, yeah aye Oprah all up in my dick but you knew that Feel like Shek Wes like how that boy do that Twenty racks in the strip club I just thew that, huh what? Hit for twenty in Japan Shorty she knew I'm the man Run in the guap and I cop the advanced Count the advances Fuck an AK I shoot cannons Your grandma just bought my tape for her grandkids Always thinking what would Jesus do? And I just fucked a bitch in my sandals Your favorite rapper got cancelled I just spent $3,000 dollars to clear up a sample Just an example 100 Mil on my channel They all like that is substantial Too much too handle HUH WHEN I TALK SHIT IT’S SCANDAL HUH I DO NOT RAP I JUST RAMBLE ROLL ON YOUR BLOCK LIKE SOME CAMPBELLS They all say I am a handful Everybody belittle me But I get hits like I’m playing in little league So fuck an industry plant I’ll plant myself in the industry In my own shoes I ain’t giving no sympathy I been on the regular, (regular) Tryna get ahead of ya, (head of ya) yeah I just wanna let you know, (let you know) I don’t wanna let you go, (let you go) I just wanna be for you I’ll do everything I think you need me to I don’t wanna let you gooooo Let you gooooo Goooooo None of my shit fucking match, I’m still the best dressed Take your best guess, hahaha yeah Aus Songtexte Mania