magnolia lyrics

by

Quincy Jones


[Intro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (What)
And I'm on the block (What, what, what)
And I'm on the block (What)
In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?) hide it in my sock (What)
Hide it in my sock (What) selling that re-rock (What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell re-rock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, 'cause I run they block
Gimme top (Top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock) when I drop (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock) when I drop (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock) when I drop (Drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Flock)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
f*cking on yo' b*tch, uh, I'm her dad
All these n*ggas sound like cash, sound like cash
All these n*ggas sound like cash, sound like cash
I'm a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin' like a soldier, like I'm from Magnolia
All these, n*ggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act', fill that sh*t slowly
b*tches, on me, say she like my clothing
I'm in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All of your b*tches they loose
All of your b*tches they loose
All of my b*tches they rich
And they stay rockin' that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, b*tch
Rich, b*tch, got a rich clique
I'm suckin' on the clit, she suckin' on the di*k
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I'm c*cky, f*ckin' on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, b*tch can't stop me
I'm riding in a Mazi, this ain't even my Mazi
Oh, that's not yo' thottie, yo' b*tch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a f*cking watch piece, that's filthy

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, (What) hide it in my sock (What)
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp (What)
And I'm on the block (Hello?)
And I'm on the block (What)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?), hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide in my sock, (Sock) selling that re-rock (Rock)
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, (What?) hide it in my sock (What)

[Outro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
b*tch ass n*gga, f*ck that n*gga man!

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