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qari - billy blanks lyrics
[verse 1]
cleanin’ my eyes with my dirty hands
i don’t need an angel in disguise, i need like thirty bands
i’m from where they murder face and murder dance
percolate that merchandise, percocet circulate
molly gon’ twerk today, now she’s tryna excommunicate
like she wasn’t just in this b-tch workin’ with a poker face
and i got the footage
and quidditch for these snitches who slitherin’ in the bushes
seven deadly sins, i’m smokin’ seven different kushes
i ain’t slept in seven days but i eat breakfast every day
quincy jones the dude, but this qari with a q
you niggas thought it was a choir but i’m higher
i’m watchin’ game of thrones, they watch the throne
with power and empires, my b-tch look like zendaya
i f-ck her like a zen master, spin niggas like hesitation
hop, gather, all that shit do not matter, ayy
[chorus]
and i got petrol, hydro, and quarter zones, iphones
corner store was our home, stories where no plot unfolds
conflict, hell taught us god shit and martyrdom
fathers gone, mamas strong, gettin’ our mcdonald’s on
[verse 2]
feds give me stomachaches, flex, i don’t run away
checks, i just thumb away, she salty like a funnel cake
sweeter than some syrup, i’ma pour up like some honey
or this money, i’ma throw away
throw away, i fade away, don’t look for me, i’m way away
vacay where we can’t relate
never lay, even when i hibernate, my nature is
father, but we ain’t related
father niggas, fathers day
i left you at the foster then departed like dicaprio
shawty was a capricorn, she say she never fell in love this fast before
nasty ho, pullin’ on my nappy fro
ayy, actually though, the b-tch was ’bout as nutty as pistachio
sacrificin’ blood and shit
lookin’ for some love but i don’t love shit
but these white niggas in my pocket
got me flowin’ like water in a socket, ayy
[chorus]
and i got petrol, hydro, and quarter zones, iphones
corner store was our home, stories where no plot unfolds
conflict, hell taught us god shit and martyrdom
fathers gone, mamas strong, gettin’ our mcdonald’s on
[outro]
supposedly, cousteau and his cronies invented the idea of putting walkie talkies into the helmet, but we made ours with a special rabbit ear on the top so we could pipe in some music
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