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Quarterback lyrics Fo sho, pass that sweet nigga And quit bumpin' yo gums See that shit you be barkin' Mayne I already done
At least twice mutha fucka Bling, blingin' some ice The dope game hall of fame I'm in like Jerry Rice
Money fanatic This nigga known for shootin' sparatic Automatic wit the gadget Lettin' them suckas have it
Like magic, abracadabra Squash the chitter chatter Your blatter is fin to splatter When these hollow points scatter
Oh, he bald headed, tatted up And got his swole on Gang banged out Rowdy then get his roll on
Plus he think he hard 'cuz he just got out the pen Think I give a fuck, I put hands on that man I'm from the shoulders Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters
Smoke with the smokers Servin' all you sodas from border to border Blaze your quarter on the freeway I got your mama and your sister havin' three ways
Give a fuck nigga, I'm not trippin' Baby Bash a reeny, what the fuck is you sippin'? Pimpin' the hood chicken Mayne, it's off the Richter Got the game locked like a boa constrictor
Boy, I stay saved out like a playa should Nigga don't smash out to a whole another hood Late night, plane flight With a quart of G's
Black 'n' brown, ryda thugz Keep it all to the good Mayne Still collar poppin' Still feddy clockin'
Gotta keep this shit knockin' 'Cuz me and Beesh be known for flossin' Game tight stitch like a brand new fit Like a drop top cad with an all chrome kit
Top notch bitch who will low cat trip Gotta treat 'em all the same Get 'em off my dick shiftin' the fifth And shake them haters
'Cuz they be doin' too much It's Mr. Kee straight up out the bay With soldiers ready to bust But the ruger keep rudely
Spittin' slugs be hittin' Tryin' to act hard But your sharp as a kitten Cup cake nigga, fake ass wigga
West side ryda stays unforgiven Women and cash but the past ain't my style Spinnin' out of control like I'm diggin' my own grave But I get paid, gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle
'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that 'Cuz I'm a quarterback, I smoke a quarter sack Bash a reeny fettuccine, Mayne, I told you that
Uh, get your gritz on Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on Get your gritz on, get your gritz on Playboy get your gritz on
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