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点击复制Intro (Explicit) - Quality Control/Quavo/Offset/Lil Yachty
Written by：Slade/Kiari Cephus/Quavious Marshall/Miles Parks McCollum
Monsta's gon' tear it up
Feel me
Nawfside sh*t ni**a you know what I mean
Y'all thought this sh*t was over or somethin'
You know what I mean this sh*t ain't over ni**a
Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
I bought that sh*t for my mama
I stood right in front of your honor huh
When I got home ran up commas
Ooh Cartiers on look like Arthur uh
b**ch I'm your daddy your father
Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
b**ch on my mama we gonna solve 'em
I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof
Chasin' the loot never caught in the loop
Sick with the flute cook a brick in the booth
In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse
Throw the b**ch off of the back it's an oop
She wanna f**k the whole group
But I can't cuff her no shackles on you
We f**k and that's all that we do
Bon appétit let's eat
Ate a plate full of molly she geeked
Hachoo she sneezed
B**ch on her knees off the skis
When I f**k do not call me back please
Diamonds all white like the priest
Maison Margiela on sleeves
I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
The doors was closed I kicked it open
I had the fire it was cocked and loaded
Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
Need a gas mask it's too potent
Your ho like to f**k her p**sy smoking
The street that you walking on we control it
Quality Control this sh*t control it
Quality Control your b**ch control her
You might wanna hold your diss huh
'Cause ni**a we folding sh*t
Walk in the spot so many straps
Ni**a whose pole is this
Now the hot records I'm on it
Young ni**a you owe me this
YRN throwin' up QC
We got trap stars and we on TV TV
f**k on the system ni**a free Meek free Meek
Carats jumping off the chain 3D 3D
Whippin' up bricks in the teepee teepee
And then the braves serve J's on your street
Superstar shawty my newest b**ch super woke
Pull out that ho give her super throat
Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes
Free my bro Nino from prison yeah
He hide the crack in the ceiling yeah
Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
Pour a four in a Sprite not no Mountain Dew
We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
I done hit everything in the city
Quay done hit everything in the city
Take done hit everything in the city
Old f**k niggas hate me huh f**k 'em
I got the kids on lock huh
She eatin' kids on spot huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Got a new Glock same color parking lot hoo