| Cook that shit up Quay
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| I’m 'bout to lift off
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| Always with the guys, never picking sides
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| New crib big as fuck, you should see inside
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| Four car garage, you can pick a ride
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| Everything I say facts, these niggas tellin' lies
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| I been heatin' up, I’m 'bout to lift off
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| I been heatin' up, I’m 'bout to lift off
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| In the studio all day, I turn my flip off
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| YSL jean jacket, I be dripped out
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| Mama couldn’t pay the rent so we got kicked out
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| Now her living room plush, I pay the rent now
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| Got a million in my bank account, I’m lit now
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| Redbone from overseas getting dick now
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| I put VVS on my teeth, I put VVS on my bitch
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| I put VVS on my kids, niggas can’t do the shit that I did
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| Signed for a two million dollar deal, I put a half a mil on my crib
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| Man this trap shit really real, I ain’t been rapping for a year
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| My lil niggas in the cut throwing gang signs
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| I been running with the guys, I got mob ties
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| Keep my shooters in the house, they don’t come outside
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| Ain’t sleepin' 'til we eatin', ain’t letting shit slide
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| Always with the guys, never picking sides
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| New crib big as fuck, you should see inside
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| Four car garage, you can pick a ride
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| Everything I say facts, these niggas tellin' lies
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| I been heatin' up, I’m 'bout to lift off
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| I been heatin' up, I’m 'bout to lift off
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| In the studio all day, I turn my flip off
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| YSL jean jacket, I be dripped out
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| I was just sittin' in the prison but I’m rich now
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| Thinking 'bout the time I wasted, I bust my wrist down
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| Seven-figure young nigga no more licks now
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| But if he sweet I want it all, I make him get down
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| My sisters ain’t gotta worry, my niggas ain’t gotta learn
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| My system filled up with syrup, I’ma keep poppin' these percs
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| Told my label I quit trappin', hope they know that was a joke
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| Told my plug I’m never quitting, he can bring another load
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| I put Fear of God on my jacket, put Givenchy on my coat
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| Every now and then I still fuck a rachet, it’s just somethin' 'bout her throat
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| I’m a god in my hood, give them young niggas hope
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| Put a mil up in case I ain’t never goin' broke
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| Always with the guys, never picking sides
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| New crib big as fuck, you should see inside
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| Four car garage, you can pick a ride
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| Everything I say facts, these niggas tellin' lies
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| I been heatin' up, I’m 'bout to lift off
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| I been heatin' up, I’m 'bout to lift off
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| In the studio all day, I turn my flip off
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| YSL jean jacket, I be dripped out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sides , by - Quality Control. Song from the album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп