| Monsta’s gon' tear it up
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| Feel me
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| Nawfside shit nigga, you know what I mean
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| Y’all thought this shit was over or somethin', you know what I mean,
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| this shit ain’t over nigga
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| Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
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| I bought that shit for my mama
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| I stood right in front of your honor, huh
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| When I got home, ran up commas
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| Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh
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| Bitch I’m your daddy, your father
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| Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
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| Bitch on my mama we gonna solve 'em
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| I’m with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof
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| Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop
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| Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth
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| In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse
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| Throw the bitch off of the back, it’s an oop
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| She wanna fuck the whole group
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| But I can’t cuff her, no shackles on you
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| We fuck and that’s all that we do
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| Bon appétit, let’s eat
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| Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked
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| Hachoo, she sneezed
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| Bitch on her knees off the skis
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| When I fuck do not call me back please
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| Diamonds all white like the priest
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| Maison Margiella on sleeves
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| I’m dressin' like I’m Japanese
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| The doors was closed, I kicked it open
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| I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded
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| Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
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| Need a gas mask, it’s too potent
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| Your ho like to fuck, her pussy smoking
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| The street that you walking on, we control it
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| Quality Control this shit (control it)
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| Quality Control your bitch (control her)
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| You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)
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| 'Cause nigga we folding shit
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| Walk in the spot, so many straps
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| Nigga whose pole is this?
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| Now the hot records I’m on it
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| Young nigga you owe me this
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| YRN, throwin' up QC
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| We got trapstars and we on TV (TV)
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| Fuck on the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)
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| Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)
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| Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)
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| And then the braves serve J’s on your street
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| Superstar shawty, my newest bitch super woke
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| Pull out that ho, give her super throat
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| Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code
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| Keep it lowkey but I’m hittin' you niggas' hoes
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| Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah
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| He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah
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| Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
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| We coppin' whips like it’s none' to do
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| Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew
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| We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
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| I done hit everything in the city
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| Quay done hit everything in the city
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| Take done hit everything in the city
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| Old fuck niggas hate me, huh (fuck 'em)
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| I got the kids on lock, huh
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| She eatin' kids on spot, huh
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| I parked the Yacht at the dock
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| Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Quality Control. Song from the album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп