
100 Styles of Rapping! Quadeca
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[Part I: Dave East]
[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Dave East)]
I made a milli' off this rappin' shit
Had to stack my chips 'cause I never was used to havin' shit
From the war zone, but never camouflaged
Sneak into your house and take your shit, just like the opposite of Santa Claus (ill Will Beats)
Now they wanna talk to me, but I don't wanna answer calls
I got carpal tunnel from this Glock, I need a hand massage
I can't be touched, like I'm MC Hammer with cuts
I stand out, in case a bitch ever tryin' to stand me up
[Part II: Lil Mosey]
[Verse 2: Quadeca (Lil Mosey)]
When I'm ridin' in a 'Rari, everybody think they switched up
All my day ones with me in a big truck
Now they tryna hate on a boy 'cause he next up
Ain't a doctor, but I'm 'bout to get my check up (Yeah)
Yeah, all this lean got me leaned out (Huh)
I just pulled up to the bank, got it cleaned up
Yeah, I been stayin' true, I took the clean route
I'm a drug to that bitch, I got a fiend out
[Part III: Futuristic & Hopsin]
[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Dave East)]
I made a milli' off this rappin' shit
Had to stack my chips 'cause I never was used to havin' shit
From the war zone, but never camouflaged
Sneak into your house and take your shit, just like the opposite of Santa Claus (ill Will Beats)
Now they wanna talk to me, but I don't wanna answer calls
I got carpal tunnel from this Glock, I need a hand massage
I can't be touched, like I'm MC Hammer with cuts
I stand out, in case a bitch ever tryin' to stand me up
[Part II: Lil Mosey]
[Verse 2: Quadeca (Lil Mosey)]
When I'm ridin' in a 'Rari, everybody think they switched up
All my day ones with me in a big truck
Now they tryna hate on a boy 'cause he next up
Ain't a doctor, but I'm 'bout to get my check up (Yeah)
Yeah, all this lean got me leaned out (Huh)
I just pulled up to the bank, got it cleaned up
Yeah, I been stayin' true, I took the clean route
I'm a drug to that bitch, I got a fiend out
[Part III: Futuristic & Hopsin]
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