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"On Dek" lyrics by QUILLY
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"On Dek"

On Dek! E and Reds wassup with ya'll
Ya'll might as well just drop the bag on me. YAMEEN

[Verse 1:]
My feature price higher than the numbers on the lean
Which means it's gonn cost a pint for a 16
Money tall as Jabbar cause my hooks like Kareem
I seen the pill game turn a boss to a fein
All I see is racks, it was hard to make a bean
To I signed with On Dek bitches treat me like Hakkem
How these niggas dead popped, they just had it all
Man my coke numb ya mouth like ammosul
I'm bouta buy a whole brick, bag it all, trap it all
Pocket full of blue faces avatar
I'm bout my money straight up like 6 oclock spin the coke counterclockwise then I hit the block
The work floatin on the water like I'm skippin rocks
Big or not if they runnin' heads then I'm switchin spots
I can hit a chick, hit her mom, and her sister
I'm tryna pull up in a rafe with the big dippa
On the ceiling ask Haines Street I made a killing
Niggas ain't got no aim, they out here killin children
I'm on tilt man I play for the skeme team
I got the same Jordans Mike wore on the dream team
Drought nightmares, triple beam dreams
50 k the long way stuffed in these jeans
I want that major league paper Derek Jeter bread
Used to wonder bout the money now I got that pita bread

I got some bottles On Dek
A couple models On Dek Now
I got some shooters On Dek
I got some money On Dek Now

[Verse 2:]
My Sneaks come from Sicily
My bitch come from Italy
My watch come from Tiffany
Dirty youngin from the projects remember me?
2 O's short bouta get a key
Quilly whippin up the recipe
Truck full of dog food no pedigree
I'm hittin chicks cause they lettin me
My bank account they'll never see
Steering wheel with the letter B
The k clip curl like the letter C
Now we at Benihana's eatin lo mein
I spilt some lo mein on my Balmains
Balenciaga my situation
Moncler on me baby
You hear the radio, I been killin the streets lately
Been getting wavy, but you already know
My money keep goin up, let's keep that on the low
I want a mill for the flow, I'm tired of dealin the blow
I'm tired of duckin the cops, I gotta see my PO
I put a price on ya head, you'll be gone for the low
Ya bestfriend turn foe, for the love of the dough

I got some bottles On Dek
A couple models On Dek Now
I got some shooters On Dek
I got some money On Dek Now

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