Текст песни Billy Blanks - Qari

Cleaning my eyes with my dirty hands
I don't need a angel in disguise, I need like 30 bands
I'm from where they murder face and murder dance
Percolate that merchandise Percocet circulate
Miley gone twerk today
Now she's trying to ex-communicate
Like she wasn't just in this bitch working with a poker face
And I got the footage
And Quidditch for these snitches who slithering in the bushes
7 deadly sins, I'm smoking 7 different kushes
I ain't slept in 7 days, but I eat breakfast everyday
Quincy Jones the dude, but this Qari with a Q
You niggas thought it was a choir, but I'm higher
I'm watching Game of Thrones, they Watch The Throne
With Power and Empires
My bitch look like Zendaya
I fuck her like a zen-master
Spin niggas like, Hesistation, Hop gather
All that shit do not matter

And I got petro, hydro, & quarter zones, iPhones
Corner store was our home
Stories where no plot unfolds
Conflict, hell taught us God shit, and martyrdom
Fathers gone, mamas strong, getting our Mcdonald's on

Feds give me stomach-aches
Flex, I don't run away
Checks, I just thumb away
She salty like a funnel-cake
Sweeter than some syrup, I'ma pour up
Like some honey or this money I'ma throw away
Throw away, I fade away
Don't look for me, I'm way away
Vacay where we can't relate
Never late, even when I hibernate, my nature is
Father but we ain't related
Father niggas, fathers day
I left you at the foster then Departed like DiCaprio
Shorty was a Capricorn
She say she never fell in love this fast before
Nasty hoe, pulling on my nappy fro
Actually though, the bitch was bout as nutty as pistachio
Sacrificing blood and shit
Looking for some love, but I don't love shit
But these white niggas in my pocket
Got me flowing like water in a socket

And I got petro, hydro, & quarter zones, iPhones
Corner store was our home
Stories where no plot unfold
Conflict, hell taught us God shit, and martyrdom
Fathers gone, mamas strong, getting our Mcdonald's on