Quintessential

Lyrics

My paint wet, my bitch bad
 Straight mastermind, yo' rich ass
 My cup full, full of that pink shit
 So shut your fuckin' mouth, fuck all that weak shit
 This MMG shit, MMG shit
 She fuck my whole squad, she MMG bitch
 Just got that G-Wagon, I'm just so innovative
 We came for the money bags, so fuck your invitations
 This calls for a celebration, Bel-Air celebration
 60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases
 Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st
 I took it to my mama, "here go get what you deserve"
 Mob ties, Genovese
 Money trains, centerpiece
 We started at the bottom, until I got a bird
 I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard
 Haan, haan, haan
 My whole life been based on that pimp shit
 Haan
 No movie, just money, real pimp shit
 Haan
 More cities, more bitches, real slick shit
 Haan
 My Maybach it matches my outfit
 That pimp shit
 Keeping my tool, this shit so cool
 Rule number one, ain't no rule
 Swallow my lines, follow my grind
 Rich white bitch with a bottle of whine
 Word to the wise, word to mine
 Bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die
 Never had black but she heard of my
 D O Dub, I done it all, 20 years I bang a ball
 91 I had a Lexus nigga
 Ate seafood for breakfast nigga
 Caught a few cases in Texas nigga
 Do kushups 'til my chest get bigger
 I press a nigga 'til I get it all
 Real shit bitch I really do ball
 I am the west to y'all
 Taught y'all how to invest in ball
 Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all
 That's why I get more than the rest of y'all
 It's bad enough I entertain
 Add it up, gangbang
 Gat 'em up, slang cane
 Bag it up, same thang
 My whole life been based on that pimp shit
 Haan
 No movie, just money, real pimp shit
 Haan
 More cities, more bitches, real slick shit
 Haan
 My Maybach it matches my outfit
 That pimp shit
 Titty one, titty two
 Haan
 See these are essentials, essentially speaking quintessentials
 Haan
 I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs
 I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs
 My paint wet, my feet chrome
 Fuck boys hey, but they sing along
 The real niggas admire
 Success makes you inspire
 Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot
 Bitches feeding me fruit
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:13
Key
6
Tempo
123 BPM

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