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Quackadelic

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Quackadelic

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(intro) Back with the chainsaw yh, we going cut throat Bright as a light bulb yeah I'm in a good mood I cannot lose it now, man all that I touch gold F* up a dress code yeah, We going retro Feed in the night lay awake chasing dreams, Such is life ive become but a feign, losing sleep, We just wolves dressed as sheep, hear the screams in the deep, tell me get to the dow (chorus) Hold my cup, trick you pass me up, Wasn't budging, back when i had nothing, Now she bugging,heard we upto something, Change the subject, know she gotta , (verse 1) She wanna taunt zol, have a jol i let you take her to mall, and then i give what her she want We be on cheech Chong,  Im tryna sweetin the pot, She feel that d in her tummy, She might just sign up her buddy, Rugged, i just keep em coming, You could buy style but you can't buy taste,   Compete with me, you still gon find defeat, get hella salty I don't buy face, man tryn buy the bank, Bitch ima boss what you thought was th rank, Don't need got a range, we be up in the street, Im in too deep, thats where i need be We tryna stack it li ten thousand feet, We built it from scratch, For labels, i don't pole dance, im my own, need my palm scratch, Shawty know i won't call back, She as hopless, as romance , real Mccoy just like the san, Hand stand, hands behind my back, know they these nighas dont stand a chance, like that Come alive, in the real, We was built, for the kill Rack it payin  bills, stayin up catchin thrills Pretty ladies love to party, Shake it like a gin tocnic, Liquor tend get em naughty, Later you can stir it for me (hook) Back with the chainsaw yh, we going cut throat Got me a redbone yeah, feeling my gemstones b, I might just lose it now, right I might go off road Back on the asphalt yeah, Switch up a zip code (bridge) Here we go, I gotta, stack the paycheck get the load Im tryna, count the cake up, Get some more I tend to, wipe some donut  creams, up off my Nose But then again mow, (verse 2) Got me a blocked nose yeah, need  me some cash flow You at front row right, we up on death row Nigga i do dis, like dat You need a backbone, I need it ten fold yeah, spare me a lame joke (chorus) Hold my cup, trick you pass me up, Wasn't budging, back when i had nothing, Now she bugging,heard we upto something, Change the subject, know she oughta

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