| Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
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| Diamonds lit, no chandelier
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| Poppin' shit just like a pill
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| Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
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| Space cadet nigga, floatin' every time I walk in
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| Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
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| Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
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| All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes
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| Pull up in somethin' that’s foreign, these bitches weren’t ready
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| Pop me a Addy and take off like I’m in Andretti
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| I want them pesos, dineros, and I want that fetty
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| Pop out and I just surprise a bitch like confetti
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| A foreign bitch, she shippin' shit that is illegal
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| Sent her to school just to be my paralegal
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| Me and Quay tight like a fucking Kegel (that's my dawg, yeah)
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| Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures
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| Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
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| Diamonds lit, no chandelier
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| Poppin' shit just like a pill
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| Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
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| Space cadet nigga, floatin' every time I walk in
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| Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
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| Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
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| All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes
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| Fuck up the scenery, killin' the industry, niggas they envy me
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| Bitches, they diggin' me, know I’m a specialty, I got the recipe
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| Cook it up in your face like I’m Betty C
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| I leave the States and they knowin' my melody
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| Killin' shit, don’t give a fuck about sympathy
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| These bitches dogs, I’m feeding them pedigree
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| I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies
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| I had to rob, had to scam, this the better me
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| Money keep flowing like I’m in the Medellin
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| She made that dick disappear like Bermuda
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| All of my bad bitches they be some cougers
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| Fuckin' your mama, she teach me, she tutor
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| I had to work my move, had to maneuver
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| Diamonds by Eliantte, bitch it’s scuba, don’t let if fool you
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| Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
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| Diamonds lit, no chandelier
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| Poppin' shit just like a pill
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| Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
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| Space cadet nigga, floatin' every time I walk in
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| Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
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| Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
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| All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes
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| Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
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| Diamonds lit, no chandelier
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| Poppin' shit just like a pill
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| Shawty bad, she dressed to kill |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Cadet, artist - Quality Control. Album song Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп