| They say that nigga that don’t talk much
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| Is that nigga that having them large bucks
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| We gotta make sure we hit first
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| No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups
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| We on top, ain’t no runner up
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| Come on our side, tape and chalk up
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| Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money
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| I’m just tryna fill my vault up
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| Don’t ask me no questions in no more interviews
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| 'Cause I don’t really like to talk much (nah)
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| Not that I don’t know how to speak
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| It’s you just ain’t paying me enough to talk much (nah)
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| Not paying attention to tweets
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| 'Cause if I look at em I’ll wanna off somethin'
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| On Instagram flexing Phillipe
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| Like you the first, but I been bought one (stop it)
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| Ain’t posting no drank on the Internet
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| But I be drinking codeine when that drought come (lean)
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| She told me she from Puerto Rico
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| But after that head, I asked where that mouth from (swear)
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| I knew that was the outcome (outcome)
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| Ask me where I get my style from (style from)
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| Sherbert cookies in the Wild Rum (cookie)
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| China plug out in Taiwan
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| Nawfside where I come from (Nawfside)
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| Cuban link on top of tennis bracelet
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| Another Cuban link, that’s on the right arm
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| My niggas don’t do no talking
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| They eyeing them niggas to see what they on (eye)
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| With fashion I’m wildin', must have a stylist
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| Way that I put that shit on
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| Pull up I’m dropping the top on a Dawn (Rolls)
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| Wrist glis' bitch, broke bitch need a fix
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| Paranoid, watching cameras, take a shit with my stick (brrt)
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| Off the jet to my shows, back on jets with your bitch
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| She get wet, out them clothes, give her dick and that’s it (smash)
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| They say that nigga that don’t talk much
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| Is that nigga that having them large bucks
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| We gotta make sure we hit first
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| No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups
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| We on top, ain’t no runner up
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| Come on our side, tape and chalk up
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| Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money
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| I’m just tryna fill my vault up
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| I make a hundred thousand on an accident (accident)
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| Pushing weight, my pockets masculine (uh)
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| Ain’t no nigga running up and snatching shit (nah)
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| I was hoping not to have to whack a bitch (whack)
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| I just paid 500K for the whip (racks)
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| I just paid 100K for the wrist (woo)
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| Clarity, wedding band rings on my fist
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| It’s a charity, giving out dick to your bitch
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| Bigger faces got me dripping lately (woo)
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| The chopper working whats the bitch-uation
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| Mansion gated, gang affiliated
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| Trappin' the bomb, I had detonated
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| I stand in the pot, make it incubated (stand in that)
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| Bought a plain watch, I didn’t want the glacier (plain)
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| Hop on that jet, Gucci aviators (aviators)
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| 300 deep ain’t no gladiators (gladiators)
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| Got a big bank in my vault (vault)
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| Sharpshooters on top of the roof
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| It’s a hole in one nigga like golf (boom)
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| Niggas out here throwing salt
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| I let the money go talk (money)
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| I’m rich, you can see what I bought (yeah)
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| I’m on Saturn I’m sipping on cough (mud)
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| Cook the batter then send the work off (woo woo)
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| They say that nigga that don’t talk much
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| Is that nigga that having them large bucks
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| We gotta make sure we hit first
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| No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups
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| We on top, ain’t no runner up
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| Come on our side, tape and chalk up
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| Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money
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| I’m just tryna fill my vault up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Interview, artist - Quality Control. Album song Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп