Put It On My Tab

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Quilly - Rap

Put It On My Tab

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[Intro: Quilly] See, when you know the line, like I know the line line (I know the plug), not the middleman, I know the line Haha, I know the plug, you heard? Fuck you talkin' bout? [Chorus: Quilly] (2x) I got all these niggas' mad, I got all these bitches sad When I pull up in that JAG, yeah, I'm finally in my bag And my credit; A1, Prolly put it on my tab She gon' give that pussy up, I told her "put it on my tab" I got bands, I got percs, Auntie, put it on my tab I got work, I got percs, Unc, put it on my tab I got coke, I got dope, Papi, put it on my tab Yeah! (put it on my tab) [Verse 1: Quilly] My ambitions as a rider, shorty, she a slider Only fuckin' wit me cuz she know I'm bout a dollar Pull up in an Audi, engine soundin' like Mufasa And, I know these niggas' lying, they ain't never tote no chopper I be stinkin' up the kitchen, smell like Onion Powder Popcorn in the pot, it look like over red and bocker She gon' shine the chopper, find a nigga hotter I want David Beckham money, so, I'm in the field like soccer Junkies gettin' lockjaw, they be soundin' like Chewbacca I got scripts on top of scripts, I'm politicking wit the doctors Hold up, wait, I got weight, bag it up, don't sell no weight He gon' throw me what I want cuz I can get it on my face [Chorus: Quilly] (2x) [Verse 2: Quilly] Give em "I" "O" "U"s, I got my smokers hooked on phonics Talk to my connect over the phone, he speak e-bonics Quilly push the rock like Gary Payton for the Sonics Drive through like the sonic, all I serve is Sani Get me out the trap like "when the fuck is they gon' sign me?" Got it on consignment, used to drive the Bonnie Now a days you see me in them hot wheels like a "Johnny" Trap 24/7, I ain't got no job like Tommy Switchin' the flow, I'm fuckin' the beat up I see the cops, I'm liftin' my seat up Droppin' a whole bag on my "Re-up" I'm never comfortable, they got their feet up I play the county, they never see us I'm in the field, I'm fuckin' my cleets up I'm on my Franklins; word to Aretha Ain't bout a dollar, I'm chuckin' the peace up See ya! [Chorus: Quilly] (2x)

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  • Tommy Love