Addy

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Quentin Miller - Rap, East Coast Rap

Addy

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[Hook: Quentin Miller] Yeah, send the address It's poppin' over there, send the address Yeah, yeah, send the address I be on the way to pick the bag up [Verse 1: Quentin Miller] Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh Woah, woah, woah Might not even let u niggas see me out, no.. Might stay in the crib and let the money pile up What you think? Well, let's get it then What you think? Well, let's get it then Whole squad on the same page GPS locked, headed your way [Hook: Quentin Miller] Yeah, send the address It's poppin' over there, send the address Yeah, yeah, send the address I be on the way to pick the bag up [Verse 2: Quentin Miller] All she wants is for me to have fun All she wants is for me to pull up, yeah She already know I bought drugs She hide it in the [?] bag 4 him That's how I know that she got me I'm gon' look out for my partners Make sure you send me that address I guarantee we gon' pop up [Hook: Quentin Miller] Yeah, send the address It's poppin' over there, send the address Yeah, yeah, send the address I be on the way to pick the bag up [Verse 3: Quentin Miller] Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh Woah, woah, woah And even if I don't, fuck steppin' out though I can always hit the crib, let the money pile up What you think? Well, let's get it then What you think? Well, let's get it then Whole squad on the same page GPS locked, headed your way [Verse 4: Jace] Headed your way Headed your way You know I'm drivin' fast I ain't takin' the slow way Send the addy, bring some baddies, yeah We got molly, we got lean, we got Xannies If anybody askin' for, we don't have it Let me put it in my phone, let me map it Wood grain spinnin', ball, play centre Lenox Mall shopper. home and feast, dinner Pop up like a tulip but these seats can't be overlooked We over by the overlook so send a text, we comin' through Send a text, we comin' through, just tell me where we comin' to I fuck with her, she comin' too, all these bands I'm runnin' through I must be a groupie, look at all these fans I'm runnin' through I ain't never Han Solo, baby, know I got my crew, yeah So what you tryna do? Yeah What you wanna do? Yeah [Outro: Quentin Miller] What you tryna do? We can leave here now if you want to Send me the address, I'll come over Then we can do what we want to We can do whatever you want to And you know you want to You know you want to You know you want to You know you want to You know you want to Quit flexin like you don't want to

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Credits

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  • Quentin Miller
  • Jace (ATL)