Jamaal Tinsley Lyrics

Quadie Diesel Lyrics


Yeah
Yeah
Yeah


Walked in this b*t*h, three cards in my pocket
Three b*t*hes with me, give a f**k 'bout ya bands
Broke n***a talkin, got lint in his wallet
You b*t*hin' and you always got out ya hand
Humpin' this b*t*h, got her crunch in the whip
And I'm d**kin' her, sound like I'm steppin' on cans
This b*t*h keep askin' why my eyes so little
These boomers and xannies got me in a trance
N***as be bettin' and hatin' got these n***as sweatin'
Like somebody who turned off the fan
Set your AC in the Airbnb
And we got this b*t*h jumpin' like NBA Jam
Plenty of Ps of the TH of C
I've been servin' for years, I got broccoli likе Dram
Plenty of b*t*hes want show me thеy pink
I got camo all on me, I'm feelin' like Cam


In this b*t*h floatin' like I don't got weight
With my "Please do not play, well I told you how many"
Funny I said I got weight, when I flooded your block
And I left, everybody got skinny
I got a homie that shoot, but I don't know his name
But he shoot, so I just call him Jimmy
I just popped two; One was yellow, one blue
And I'm walkin' all funny and movin' so flimsy


I got the handle Just like Jamaal Tinsley
Don't know Rihanna, came up off the fenty
Spin it right back if the boy try to skimp me
Pulled up on your b*t*h, she said "Can you pimp me?"
She said you talkin' you soft just like Gently
I just pulled up with a truck like I'm Penske
Open it up and he seen it was empty
I got the fire but don't try and attemp' me
I got the handle Just like Jamaal Tinsley
Don't know Rihanna, came up off the fenty
Spin it right back if the boy try to skimp me
Pulled up on your b*t*h, she said "Can you pimp me?"
She said you talkin' you soft just like Gently
I just pulled up with a truck like I'm Penske
Open it up and he seen it was empty
I got the fire but don't try and attemp' me
Walked in this b*t*h, three cards in my pocket
Three b*t*hes with me, give a f**k 'bout ya bands
Broke n***a talkin, got lint in his wallet
You b*t*hin' and you always got out ya hand
Humpin' this b*t*h, got her crunch in the whip
And I'm d**kin' her, sound like I'm steppin' on cans
This b*t*h keep askin' why my eyes so little
These boomers and xannies got me in a trance
N***as be bettin' and hatin' got these n***as sweatin'
Like somebody who turned off the fan
Set your AC in the Airbnb
And we got this b*t*h jumpin' like NBA Jam
Plenty of Ps of the TH of C
I've been servin' for years, I got broccoli like Dram
Plenty of b*t*hes want show me they pink
I got camo all on me, I'm feelin' like Cam


Blue bag, blue flag, everything indigo
I got the sack in the satchel, it's finna go
I'm on the block doin' plays, it's a give and go
Pack smell like feet, he just put the OnlyFans
But keep my face in it, I'm servin' the candids
Hit the DM be with this b*t*h wrestlin'
Hittin' it raw, so this Summer I'm Slammin'
BOA TD Chevy, I'm scammin'
I walk in this b*t*h, with a eagle, I'm prancin'

I got the handle Just like Jamaal Tinsley
Don't know Rihanna, came up off the fenty
Spin it right back if the boy try to skimp me
Pulled up on your b*t*h, she said "Can you pimp me?"
She said you talkin' you soft just like Gently
I just pulled up with a truck like I'm Penske
Open it up and he seen it was empty
I got the fire but don't try and attemp' me

Walked in this b*t*h, three cards in my pocket
Three b*t*hes with me, give a f**k 'bout ya bands
Broke n***a talkin, got lint in his wallet
You b*t*hin' and you always got out ya hand
Humpin' this b*t*h, got her crunch in the whip
And I'm d**kin' her, sound like I'm steppin' on cans
This b*t*h keep askin' why my eyes so little
These boomers and xannies got me in a trance
N***as be bettin' and hatin' got these n***as sweatin'
Like somebody who turned off the fan
Set your AC in the Airbnb
And we got this b*t*h jumpin' like NBA Jam
Plenty of Ps of the TH of C
I've been servin' for years, I got broccoli like Dram
Plenty of b*t*hes want show me they pink
I got camo all on me, I'm feelin' like Cam


The projects, they know how I'm rockin'
And that's why they clock in
These n***as be pu**y, She do him like stockins'
Pull up in the Uber, they think I'm Yung Joc'n
I used to sell base, like the Speakers, was Knockin'
Don't make me call Row 25 on ya noggin
Pull up on ya hoe, and she smell me, I'm poppin'
Just started a biz; and they like it, they coppin'
Just copped me some xannies and flooded ya projects
Just copped me some xannies, I'm hopin' they real
Just copped me some xannies, I hope they don't kill
You big bracc just threw back, got me spinnin' like wills
You big bracc just threw back, got me swimmin' like seals
I just blast in that b*t*h and she diggin' my spells
I spend back on that b*t*h and you know it's a kill
I just signed 'em, finessed 'em, I love how it feels
That lil trap don't mean sh*t to me, n***as too lil
Tell that b*t*h to keep twekin, I like how it shake
This lil b*t*h in her burk and I hope it don't break
When I d**k her she runnin' like she heard the jakes
When I d**k her it's rum but I make it earthquake
Had enough of that cake, get right back to the cake
If they droppin' they prices, I up it like stakes
Why n***as wanna talk?
How many you bought?
It don't matter, I gotchu
You knew they was fake
They know how I'm rockin'
And that's why they clock in




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