Lyrics:
Let me take control
Booty quaker
Booty quaker
Booty quaker
You don't know the streets like we do
Booty quaker
Booty quaker
Booty quaker
I just
*bang*
GUNS.
*bang* GUNS. GUNS. *bang*
(RUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!)
Gee, (GUNS.) there's a real Western story for ya!
(GUNS.)
Gosh, what excitement!
(Quaker Puffed
Caribbean ting
Jamaican
Body too thick
Quakers
I got that juice
Chaser
Girl lemme see what you made of
Up down left right
She make it spin in
beat then you'll break me
Girl you got me shaking
I'll call you my earth quaker
Girl your my lil heart breaker
Make my heart beat beat then you'll break
Mayflower child
met uh 25th Century Quaker
She's uh pickin' poppies 'n'
bringin' them into her hue
Sun sifting thru and thru and thru
Letting
Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do, no no...
Soon to be ex-Quaker A cat without its paws A bee without its stinger
Mayflower child met a 25th century quaker
She's a pickin' poppies
Bringing them into her hue
Sun siftin' through and through and through
Letting
about my paper so j'suis pas là si ça paye pas
Gruau money all stars, mets du fort dans mon Quaker, uh
All about my paper so j'suis pas là si ça paye
your cigars and
Taint your white lace
Cuz maybe I'm just not Quaker enough for you?
Yeahh yeahhh
I don't need your looks of criticism
You gonna have
Pushing dirt into a Quaker
The mission
The method
The downfall
Arrested
'Cause it's not
The first time
Nor is it
The worst time
No no oh no
down the road
Like a gypsy on the run
I'm all in and then you're done
You're a beautiful time waster
You're a shake my world, a quaker
You're
breaker time to meet whoever you call ya maker
Earth Quaker body shaker let the shottie take ya
Call it a sacrifice yea I know I'm rapping nice
But don't
qu'il jure sur le Coran
La couleur du gang c'est black
J'suis pas avec les verts, les oranges
J'mets pas 2k sur une paire
J'oublie pas le Quaker
J'mets
a quaker
It knock me down but I got back bigger
I'm giving life the middle finger
E be like say conspiracy dey
This Life Dey use me Dey play
The things I've
Oh Jeanie Quaker
I'd like to make her
Make her see my love is real
Aren't you
Tired of all the fakers
And all the takers
And the cards life has
rutabaga
Naked like a naked Quaker
Beat a Drake impersonator
Rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga
Wake up in a Winnebaga
Bake it like Anita
now and then soft later
I like my girls thicker than Quaker
Wit an attitude better not debate her
This what we pray for
Gettin money gettin paper
sprung-g (Ok)
I'm stacking counting paper, paper, paper
(count it up)
Yeah her ass cheeks quaker, quaker, quaker
(woo)
Like some oatmeal keep it real triple
not blind, but I couldn't see
You heart-breaker
Earth-quaker
Break the ground that is under me
My hands are hurting from
Holding onto a burning
Ustede' saben ya, me dicen "money maker" (me dicen "money maker")
En PR, el caldero (el caldero)
La' tapa' dejan má' que lo' dueño' 'e la' Quaker (dueño'
Arcane offices delivering deluxe information:
1) the quaker's seal of approval
2) more movies less trivial pursuit
I'm a born again boot
hateful fakers
Greedy wolfs who run the pack
Human breakers, lifeless quakers
The monkey on our backs
Verse
Please sit down and accept your cards
The devil
like this
Shake, Quakers shake
In heaven, there's a shakedom
The dead are what you make em
Quake Quakers quack, quick-quack
Dance, children dance
Give
Fruit loops
Quakers
And tea
What are...
These things...
I see?
Dots
All around you
Just dots
Always new
Just dots
Sometimes blue
Dots
I feel lovely
Just
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