Jamaal Tinsley

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[Hook: Quadie Diesel]
Walked in this bitch, three cards in my pocket
Three bitches with me, give a fuck 'bout ya bands
Broke nigga talkin, got lint in his wallet
You bitchin' and you always got out ya hand
Humpin' this bitch, got her crunch in the whip
And I'm dickin' her, sound like I'm steppin' on cans
This bitch keep askin' why my eyes so little
These boomers and xannies got me in a trance
Niggas be bettin' and hatin' got these niggas sweatin'
Like somebody who turned off the fan
Set your AC in the Airbnb
And we got this bitch jumpin' like NBA Jam
Plenty of Ps of the TH of C
I've been servin' for years, I got broccoli likе Dram
Plenty of bitches want show me thеy pink
I got camo all on me, I'm feelin' like Cam

[Verse 1: Quadie Diesel]
In this bitch floatin' like I don't got weight
With my "Please do not play, well I told you how many"
Funny I said I got weight, when I flooded your block
And I left, everybody got skinny
I got a homie that shoot, but I don't know his name
But he shoot, so I just call him Jimmy
I just popped two; One was yellow, one blue
And I'm walkin' all funny and movin' so flimsy

[Hook: Quadie Diesel]
I got the handle Just like Jamaal Tinsley
Don't know Rihanna, came up off the fenty
Spin it right back if the boy try to skimp me
Pulled up on your bitch, she said "Can you pimp me?"
She said you talkin' you soft just like Gently
I just pulled up with a truck like I'm Penske
Open it up and he seen it was empty
I got the fire but don't try and attemp' me
I got the handle Just like Jamaal Tinsley
Don't know Rihanna, came up off the fenty
Spin it right back if the boy try to skimp me
Pulled up on your bitch, she said "Can you pimp me?"
She said you talkin' you soft just like Gently
I just pulled up with a truck like I'm Penske
Open it up and he seen it was empty
I got the fire but don't try and attemp' me

Walked in this bitch, three cards in my pocket
Three bitches with me, give a fuck 'bout ya bands
Broke nigga talkin, got lint in his wallet
You bitchin' and you always got out ya hand
Humpin' this bitch, got her crunch in the whip
And I'm dickin' her, sound like I'm steppin' on cans
This bitch keep askin' why my eyes so little
These boomers and xannies got me in a trance
Niggas be bettin' and hatin' got these niggas sweatin'
Like somebody who turned off the fan
Set your AC in the Airbnb
And we got this bitch jumpin' like NBA Jam
Plenty of Ps of the TH of C
I've been servin' for years, I got broccoli like Dram
Plenty of bitches want show me they pink
I got camo all on me, I'm feelin' like Cam

[Verse 2: Ken Masters]
Blue bag, blue flag, everything indigo
I got the sack in the satchel, it's finna go
I'm on the block doin' plays, it's a give and go
Pack smell like feet, he just put the [?} in the toes
My plug get excited all for my arrival
He stand up he, shoutin' and dancin'
When I serve him, he think that it's Christmas
But he don't know that he just met with the Krampus
I made UD, I'm playin' the campus
A bag full of xans and I'm servin' the candies
Fuck this bitch on the two[?] OnlyFans
But keep my face in it, I'm servin' the candids
Hit the DM be with this bitch wrestlin'
Hittin' it raw, so this Summer I'm Slammin'
BOA[?] TD[?] Chevy, I'm scammin'
I walk in this bitch, with a eagle, I'm prancin'

[Hook: Quadie Diesel]
I got the handle Just like Jamaal Tinsley
Don't know Rihanna, came up off the fenty
Spin it right back if the boy try to skimp me
Pulled up on your bitch, she said "Can you pimp me?"
She said you talkin' you soft just like Gently
I just pulled up with a truck like I'm Penske
Open it up and he seen it was empty
I got the fire but don't try and attemp' me

Walked in this bitch, three cards in my pocket
Three bitches with me, give a fuck 'bout ya bands
Broke nigga talkin, got lint in his wallet
You bitchin' and you always got out ya hand
Humpin' this bitch, got her crunch in the whip
And I'm dickin' her, sound like I'm steppin' on cans
This bitch keep askin' why my eyes so little
These boomers and xannies got me in a trance
Niggas be bettin' and hatin' got these niggas sweatin'
Like somebody who turned off the fan
Set your AC in the Airbnb
And we got this bitch jumpin' like NBA Jam
Plenty of Ps of the TH of C
I've been servin' for years, I got broccoli like Dram
Plenty of bitches want show me they pink
I got camo all on me, I'm feelin' like Cam

[Verse 3: Quadie Diesel]
[?] The projects, they know how I'm rockin'
And that's why they clock in
These niggas be pussy, She do him like stockins'[?]
Pull up in the Uber, they think I'm Yung Joc'n
I used to sell base, like the Speakers, was Knockin'
Don't make me call Row 25[?] on ya noggin
Pull up on ya hoe, and she smell me, I'm poppin'
Just started a biz; and they like it, they coppin'
Just copped me some xannies and flooded ya projects
Just copped me some xannies, I'm hopin' they real
Just copped me some xannies, I hope they don't kill
You big bracc[?] just threw back, got me spinnin' like wills
You big bracc[?] just threw back, got me swimmin' like seals
I just blast in that bitch and she diggin' my spells
I spend back on that bitch and you know it's a kill
I just signed 'em, finessed 'em, I love how it feels
That lil trap don't mean shit to me, niggas too lil
Tell that bitch to keep twekin, I like how it shake
This lil bitch in her burk[?] and I hope it don't break
When I dick her she runnin' like she heard the jakes
When I dick her it's rum[?] but I make it earthquake
Had enough of that cake, get right back to the cake
If they droppin' they prices, I up it like stakes
Why niggas wanna talk?
How many you bought?
It don't matter, I gotchu
You knew they was fake
They know how I'm rockin'
And that's why they clock in