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Candler 2 West End - Yung Mal & Lil Quill (Ft. Lil Baby)
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Candler 2 West End - Yung Mal & Lil Quill (Ft. Lil Baby)
[Chorus: Lil Quill]
Yeah we six, but no we not Texas
Poppin' tags, you know we not stressin'
Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexin'
Car goin' fast, I hope I don't wreck it
Get the racks, but that ain't my checks
If you not bad you can't come in this section
Got so many bands, they tryna impress me
Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus
Get to kickin' shit just like we Tekken
Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky
I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings
Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy
Yeah I'm drippin', I'm the freshest
[?] the lil jit like he precious
And I'm havin' this shit, I'm not begging
Money stretched out down from Candler to West End

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I made the money stretch from the West End to the East Side
They know what I'm bangin', I'm crip dawg
Got some bloods hanging at the beehive
That big shit ain't nothin', I'm ready lil nigga
We tryna bury a nigga
I put the dick in the stick, made a porno
Tiger don't miss with the shot, he like Rondo
We tryna go in your shit, it's a kick door
Don't need no maga bitch I want a rich ho
Throwing forwards but I'm running with 1'5
Nigga try the gang, everyone die
Got the money so forever we ball
Glizzys with the dick, we fuck 'em all
I'm in the 6, I be fuckin' with Mal
He get the word and he knock 'em off
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