Quintessential Songtext
von Lylantz
Quintessential Songtext
I put her in Louis, I put her in gucci
Put that lil bitch in the Louis Vuitton
Went to Rodeo to have me some fun
Had me the bad bitch, she threw me the buns
I′m just having fun, going so hard
Had me some feelings, but I ripped them apart
Met you one day, but I knew from the start
That you was a baddie, but you was a thot
Had me a feeling
Don't need no perc, but I go to the ceiling
Five of these niggas, they bitches, they villains
9042 and I′m getting real vicious
You can see the way that I'm fucking my miss
My miss
You know that I miss ya
Take one fight, just to hit
Take another fight, just to hit
We ain't gotta fight, there ain′t no issue
Bitch, I′m a dog like Vic
Niggas g, uh, like Pits
Niggas from the hood, we sick
We did the Lickity-Splits
Had to get out of that bitch
Niggas had dreams to be rich
We had to go make ourselves rich
Only my family in pictures
I used to be stuck in the middle
Now we gone stay quintessential
My niggas will keep it essential
Stacked, my militia
You can't hang with the killers
I′m colder than winter
Stupid ass hoe, why you bitter
Take out the trash, do not litter
Taking your bitch and I hit her
Hit her one time and I already miss her
We was just fucked off the liquor, uh
Now I'm just fucked with my nigga
She was just fucked with my nigga, she tryna get up
And I′m building my figures, I gotta get rich
And I gotta get better, I gotta get up
Gotta get with it, I take me a flight
I'm in Japan and I′m here for the night
Chilling with Nika when I'm wearing it right
Balenciaga, my nigga, it's so ice cold
See the way that my eyes froze
You cannot tell that my heart is cold
You cannot tell the way I hold
You cannot tell the way I fold, yeah
If you ain′t feeding me
You are not leading me
Chilling in the cut, my nigga
I like my scenery
Hollyhood where we be
Clubbing like every night
And you know shorty tight
No, I′m not pouring light
Whoa, finna hit a lick
Finna get rich
Young nigga finna go up
And I said that bar already, Michael Vick
Had me a feeling
Don't need no perc, but I go to the ceiling
Five of these niggas, they bitches, they villains
9042 and I′m getting real vicious
You can see the way that I'm fucking my miss
Put that lil bitch in the Louis Vuitton
Went to Rodeo to have me some fun
Had me the bad bitch, she threw me the buns
I′m just having fun, going so hard
Had me some feelings, but I ripped them apart
Met you one day, but I knew from the start
That you was a baddie, but you was a thot
Had me a feeling
Don't need no perc, but I go to the ceiling
Five of these niggas, they bitches, they villains
9042 and I′m getting real vicious
You can see the way that I'm fucking my miss
My miss
You know that I miss ya
Take one fight, just to hit
Take another fight, just to hit
We ain't gotta fight, there ain′t no issue
Bitch, I′m a dog like Vic
Niggas g, uh, like Pits
Niggas from the hood, we sick
We did the Lickity-Splits
Had to get out of that bitch
Niggas had dreams to be rich
We had to go make ourselves rich
Only my family in pictures
I used to be stuck in the middle
Now we gone stay quintessential
My niggas will keep it essential
Stacked, my militia
You can't hang with the killers
I′m colder than winter
Stupid ass hoe, why you bitter
Take out the trash, do not litter
Taking your bitch and I hit her
Hit her one time and I already miss her
We was just fucked off the liquor, uh
Now I'm just fucked with my nigga
She was just fucked with my nigga, she tryna get up
And I′m building my figures, I gotta get rich
And I gotta get better, I gotta get up
Gotta get with it, I take me a flight
I'm in Japan and I′m here for the night
Chilling with Nika when I'm wearing it right
Balenciaga, my nigga, it's so ice cold
See the way that my eyes froze
You cannot tell that my heart is cold
You cannot tell the way I hold
You cannot tell the way I fold, yeah
If you ain′t feeding me
You are not leading me
Chilling in the cut, my nigga
I like my scenery
Hollyhood where we be
Clubbing like every night
And you know shorty tight
No, I′m not pouring light
Whoa, finna hit a lick
Finna get rich
Young nigga finna go up
And I said that bar already, Michael Vick
Had me a feeling
Don't need no perc, but I go to the ceiling
Five of these niggas, they bitches, they villains
9042 and I′m getting real vicious
You can see the way that I'm fucking my miss
Writer(s): At-n Ausara-lasaru, Marc Antonio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

