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The Alchemist - Quagmire Lyrics

[Intro: Sideshow]
Why you keep on bitchin' about my tape, man?
Ain't shit gon' happen, alright? Alright?
Damn, we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit ain't that hard

[Verse]
Why you reachin' for my cup? Ain't no filler up
Hope you niggas quick to duck 'cause I'm quick to bust
Yeah, he quick to be
She a paraplegic the way she on her knees
I am not the man to call when you in need
I'm the nigga to call when you is done bleeding
I done poured three cups and they ain't even three yet
How the fuck we gettin' rich but we just the rejects? Huh, yeah
I swear it's funny how I go and you never know
So many numbers I don't answer in my telephone
Y'all boy my son, I'm 'bout to go be his father
And these ain't Bape, these Balenciaga
My strap is so intelligent, ain't no problem it ain't solving
And if you see me there, well then, I'm prolly paid to walk in
I'm prolly paid to walk out
I'm chillin', I'm in Europe with a bitch, she got her top out
My haters stay on the 'net and prolly somewhere they can't pop out
Uh, this shit is so embarrassing
Gonna trap and got more guns than a fuckin' terrorist
He so [?], I can't even take that nigga serious
Bruh, threaten me one more time, you might just get your momma [?] (Ayy)
You know that bag drop
You know I'm tryna fuck all day, bae I'm Quagmire
She treat me like the Lord
We got two hoes, we tag-team like the Harley Boys
I think these niggas drag queens, they payin' pussy, boy
We don't play with pussy
We just let the lil' ho down, no I don't pay for pussy
She gon' fuck me on her will 'cause I won't take it for me
All on my goddamn phone, [?] make the money
Boy, this shit funny
[Outro]
For the same reasons, we're soldiers
Soldiers don't go to Hell
It's war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers