Quilly – Jewels Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]

Uh, shit real nigga
Talk to em..

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Uh, uh. These niggas’ too kool for school
Breakin’ all the rules, 5 deep in a squadder, ridin wit a tool
Hustlin’ for cash, livin’ life fast
Played the let out on the ave , should of went to class
These young girls is rollin’ around showing their ass
And any young boy wit a check, can prolly smash
Slow down fore’ you crash, I’m just showin’ love
Girl, you only 16, you don’t know love
Used to be a good girl, now you just a hot jawn
You don’t even listen to your mom cuz your pop gone
Your chest gettin’ bigger, your thighs gettin’ thicker
You posed’ to be garbed up, you showin’ off your figure
On instagram, I wonder why he like your pictures
All these bad bitches, what happened to my sisters?
Soon as I get my money right, I might not never sin
Coke price is high, the blocker hotter than it’s ever been
Free all my niggas’ wit life that got them letters in
Hold your head til’ you see the light; Thomas Eddison
Back to back, 2 terms; shout out to the President
Back to back, 2 Porsches in front of my residents
Shoot first then ask questions,; never hesitant
I’m just here to raise hell; flow heaven sent
Pounds of the green, keys of the soft
Makin’ sure my niggas’ got the keys to the loft
Take em all shoppin’, do it all from rap
Remember in them days, we used to it off of crack
Sleepin’ on the floor, f**kin’ up my back
Now I’m in a King wit your Queen f**kin’ from the back
Sour is the new coke, percs is the new crack
Take a 1,000 pills to the block; run through that
Try to teach my young boys, but they think they’re grown
Until they’re cased up, now they’re on their own
Catchin’ wreck for nothin’, never comin’ home
The clubs burnt out, every week, the same hoes
Bitch, I’m trapped out, every day; the same clothes
Dropped 10 mixtapes, I just change flows
Right now, I’m feelin’ like the hottest in the U.S.,
Moncler; Blue Vest, Camero wit the 2s
Life gettin’ finer, chows and benihanas
Furniture for my kid; thousand dollar recliners
Snatchin’ through the hood, 2 shooters behind us
Comin’ up, I wanted everything designer
My mom did whatever to get it, I thank Tanya
Ladder’d up, 45, 40s and Llamas
Grass cut, still watchin’ them Anacondas
Give me anybody, watch me eat em; Jeffrey Dahmer

[Ending/Talking: Quilly]

Nah mean? Drop some jewels for the youngins’
See if they listen to me
“Haines Street Hustler 5”
Ha, long as I’m alive. This f**kin’ money nigga
Yeah. Lets get it. J Sparkz, I f**k wit you youngin’
You got that heat nigga. Yup
Ha, I know, yup, I know

Cam’ron – La Havana (Kanye West Diss) Lyrics

What you got nigga?
What you got nigga?

La Havana, La Havana
What you do?
Tell your momma , go tell your momma
I ain’t talking nothing basic nigga
I numb your tongue for days
Please come taste it nigga

In 20 years, the government, they tried to census me
I [?] about it for [?] as it was meant to be, shit
They can’t forget me religiously in their memory
Life of Pablo
Every other song, the nigga mentioned me!
Can’t blame him tho
Old game Milton Bradley
See my ex new man
Told him I’m still the daddy
She looked at him
He looked at her
She just blinked at her
They looked at me, I looked at her
Shit I winked at her
But over what? Over La Havana, La Havana
We’ll cut your head off
Jeffrey Dahmer, Jeffrey Dahmer
What you got?
Clientele, Clientele, Clientele
You got caught, I ain’t tell, I ain’t tell

La Havana, La Havana
What you do?
Go tell your momma, go tell your momma
I ain’t talking nothing basic nigga
I numb your tongue for days
Please come taste it nigga

36 times 100 nigga
I got it homie
All I want to know is if you want it nigga
What we doing? (What we doing?)
Coke under the table
Got to move your drink, move your drink
Coke behind the wall
Got to move the sink
Sometimes I do the mixing
Red, blue and pink
And I ain’t talking change when I say my Cuban links

Spanish

R.I.P the godmomma Griselda Blanco

Before I ever think I could rap
I was the one that was slinging the crack
For real in the car with the thing on my lap
Trips to Mexico, bringing it back
Sunking the seed I was king of the trap
It’s about time I relinquish the facts
Stashing them ems
Bringing the racks
They think we adapt
Cuz we getting [?]
Cuz we getting [?]

What you getting?
La Havana, La Havana
What you do?
Go tell your momma, go tell your momma
I ain’t talking nothing basic nigga
I numb your tongue for days
Please come taste it nigga

Sex Pissed Dolls – Maniac lyrics

He’s got hairy palms
And he’s a real snake charmer
And he sets off alarms
Cos he’s a wannabe Dahmer
He’s a wannabe Jeffrey Dahmer

Chorus:
You don’t realise, who you’re kissing
But you’re kissing a maniac
You don’t realise, who you’re kissing
But you’re kissing a maniac

He looks like George Clooney
But he’s a schizophrenic looney
And you’ll be dead by Monday
Cos he’s a wannabe Bundy
Yeah he’s a wannabe Ted Bundy

Repeat chorus

Maniac! Maniac! Maniac! Maniac!

He don’t care what’s beneath
He only wants your skin and teeth
Takes a trophy for his crimes
Cos he’s a wannabe Gein
He’s a wannabe Ed Gein

Repeat chorus

He took your life without remorse
Then put your legs under the floors
He likes to mix concrete
You turn the corner
You turn the corner you’re on Cromwell Street

Repeat chorus x2

You’re kissing, you’re kissing, you’re kissing, you’re kissing
You’re kissing, you’re kissing, you’re kissing

You’re kissing a maniac!