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quacee - celine lyrics

[verse 1]
why you still callin’ my phone?
don’t you see i’m gettin’ chicken?
why won’t you leave me alone?
is you mad that you not winnin’?
oh lord, please don’t be a victim
run_ run down, you gettin’ popped
i just took a_ and i’m off of the wock’
that lil’ b_tch so chopped
she still let me beat up her box though
but i won’t beat up the box
i just might spin in a tahoe
i just might spin on the opps
i’m goin’ up and n0body could stop
i’m goin’ up, like some motherf_ckin’ stocks
i got a glock in my motherf_ckin’ sock
so if you try run down, you gettin’ flocked
i gotta go, b_tch, look at the time, b_tch, look at the clock
i’mma f_ck her and her friend in a cullinan
just let me finish countin’, man
i get the guap and i put it in duffle’s, man
then i triple, and double it
then i go with your b_tch to the back of the room
but she suckin’ my d_ck, she not f_ckin’ me

[verse 2]
she want celine, but she not gettin’ sh_t, ’cause she not my girl
baby, c’mere, do a lil’ spin, do a lil’ twirl, i’ll give you them pearls
i told the b_tch how she different
she not like them girls, i’ll give you the world
i asked the b_tch, and she wit’ it
red dot, aim it right there at his fitted
yeah, i bought a new coupe, windows tinted
i’m goin’ up, you know i’m committed
f_ck with me, and sh_t get wicked
i f_cked her once, now that b_tch, she addicted
and yes, little girl, this a gift, b_tch
she on the floor, tryna see what this d_ck did
i would f_ck witchu, but you twisted
now she on me, tryna feel on my d_ck print
[outro]
god d_mn, you a fan
why you playin’?
why you hatin’?
can’t f_ck with haters, yeah, they be some haters
on my money grind, b_tch, i’m gettin’ paper
on my money grind, b_tch, i’m gettin’_ b_tch, i’m gettin’ paper

- quacee lyrics

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