Quilly Millz - Kerosene Lyrics

Quilly Millz, nigga
I'm rapped out, yeah!
Quilly Millz in the building with the real niggas
Fake niggas take heave to a real nigga
Hottest in the streets, that's without a deal, nigga
When you get a deal? How they gonna deal with ya?
Bitches never said yes to me, now they can't say no to me
She jumping on the dick, she ride that stick,
that bad bitch controlling me.
Know I got that Buddha
Horseshoes all over me
I'm strapped plus my shooters here
You bitch niggas ain't folding me
Pop guns like New Years
Pop bottles like New Years
And I got that Hermes you got to wait like two years
I'm so wavy that the malls call me
I got the type of dick that make the broads stalk me
Walk in your party, bottle service like it's our party
Shipping pepper on the denim got 'em all salty
Five pen on hat, fresh pair of Charles Barkley
These niggas cops check for their walkies talkies
Whole nother bankroll, nigga, different day
I'm trying to kick her out
You're trying to get that bitch to stay
Smoke great, get a milkshake from chick-fil-a
Everyday these bitches compliment a nigga lay
It aint what a nigga say is what a nigga show
I ain't gotta say I'm real, niggas know!
Bitches feel a nigga ghost I ain't even die
I'm still dripping for the mall, I ain't even dry
Me and Gillie forty forty pop a spade hoe
Getting major figures, killing with my spade flow
And don't be stepping on my J's, hoe
And don't be smoking all my haze, hoe
And you can fuck it with these lames, hoe
You could have had Michael Jackson, you Jermaine though
I'm really live,and you just a lie hundred dollars for my plate,
and that's just the size
Niggas see me in the hood and they look surprised
The party started, bitch I just arrived
Fish-bone, no tit, bitch!
My jean jacket cost Your rent bitch!
You should be cutting me a check, I'm the shit, bitch
I ain't paying for no pussy, I'm a pimp, bitch!
Every night I'm with some burger steak and shrimp shit Benni Hanna Collasal crab with butter dip
You're acting Hollywood, you are some other shit
Every seven days a nigga in another whip
Every forty-eight, we was bagging off a brick
And every twenty-four, I'll be with another bitch!

Thanks to Key Murk for correcting these lyrics

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2013-03-11 10:58:08 by anonymous
Have The Mall Call Me