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"What Yall Doin"

"What Yall Doin"


[Hook x2 - Quavo:]
All the real niggas locked up in prison
Most my niggas robbin' or either killin'
Some my niggas on the block drug dealin'
I just wanna know, what y'all doin'?

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?
Gotta make a difference in your own hood
Feel like Will Smith, I see millions, I'm gonna pursue it
If my momma told me if I came up short it's all good
No I had to tell my mom sorry, I could picture me in that 'Rari
After all the pain that we went through
I don't even wanna rewind it
Free all my niggas went down in the system
Send the Green Dot cause I miss 'em
R.I.P. my nigga Pistol, can't believe the bullet hit him
Sometimes a young nigga might wanna cry
But I can't let you niggas see it
It was in my soul takin' flats and gold
Juugin' round the city for no reason
Juug Season, that's what a young nigga called it, Juug Season
In the jungle, I survived every season

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
What are you doin'? You had money, you blew it
You had dreams on the court, didn't have no support
All these niggas they stuck in the system
Police keep killin' my people
Trap on the block with the reefer
Tryin' to count up the monifa
Beating the pot I might sneak her
Used to kick doors for new sneakers
Can't trust no bitch cause the sneakin'
I step out that, shoot through your back call you Ricky
Now I got riches so bitches they miss me
Wanna know what you been doin' all this time
Why you ain't got no money on your mind
Together we stand, we fall apart then we divide
Fuck the police we might start up a riot
This shit is so pitiful, had to pay money for my nigga's funeral
That was my nigga we had so much unity
I got in my heart, he on top and he smilin'
Used to talk about a fuckin' rivalry
What about police that take a bribery?
They don't give a fuck about people in poverty
Don't got no property
This a democracy, no apology

[Hook - Quavo]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
Some of my niggas on the block right now
Most of my niggas kick doors right now
Run up on a nigga tryna rob, got a 100 round drum right now
Most of my niggas court, judge don't drop the hammer down
No Tony Parker, I came a long way from that starter
I'm thanking God cause I never had to ride that Marta
Now my diamonds flawless, make a nigga nauseous
That nigga fresher than Carlton, tryna fuck on Ms. Parker
Remember wanna be a monster, niggas playin' cops and robbers
Ever since a youngin' I was a problem
I was a leader, never was a follower
I got your ho in my condo, she poppin' it
You niggas bitches, you niggas be gossiping'
If a nigga want it, I'ma go get it
My nigga we break it we split it
We takin' riches cause niggas jumpin' them fences
 
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"What You Doin"

"What You Doin"


[Hook - Quavo:]
What you doin?
Baby what you doin?
Ferragamo and Versace, I'm gon wrap you up in Louis (LV)
What you doin? Tell me what you doin
On Santa Monica boulevard, I got you Jimmy Choo
What you doin? (What you doin?)
Tell me what you doin? (What you doin?)
Baby what you doin? (c'mon)
Tell me what you doin? (c'mon)

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Come come, come on, come on, asap, asap, right now, pronto
Got a Lambo parked outside, you ever seen a Lambo 'fore?
I can take you to go see Gucci, that my CEO
I can take you to birthday bash, you standing in front row
You a star, at least in my eyes
Got an onion booty, want to cry
Taking trips, I can't Dubai
She fine, check that's how we fly
Girl, me and you, we're to tell the world like woah
We draped up in 24 carat gold
1017 we won the super bowl
She hit the lean, she said she in slow mo
Slow mo, slow mo
Hop in the Lambo door (Skkrt Skkrt)
Leggo, leggo leggo
She hit the lean, she said she in slow mo

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Key young nigga Versace, princess cut my diamonds
Bally, Prada, Gucci, Fendi, Louis, fuck a stylist
We fresher than some trident, flyer than your pilot
I'm sipping on Activis, you sipping Hypnotiq
My bitch is extravagant (she foreign)
My whip exotic, I just threw your hundred in apartment in silence
Your main bitch in my Delta
Lambo fast call it Devin Hester
I'm flexing, call me Sylvester
Stallone, I keep the chrome
I'm on the block, what you need?
I got zone, y'all niggas ain't getting no money
Macaulay Culkin, you're home alone
I gave your bitch a molly, she rolling, no stone
Got on Gucci, Louis, Fendi but that gas is my cologne

[Hook]
 
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"When You See It"
(with Jose Guapo)

"When You See It"
(with Jose Guapo)



[Jose Guapo:]
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

We know these niggas some hoes
I ain't faking no more
I ain't keeping no secrets, I'm a' let the world know
Since these niggas be hating, niggas gone' get exposed
I ain't cocking no deuces
So please do not call my phone
I'm a' fuck all they hoes
They some actors we know
Me and Take got a one liter then we poured us a four
I had your bitch at the spot, I made her take off her clothes
I got some bros in the 0, and they from Hollygrove
I'm a' call up Tray1, and he gone' fuck up the stove
You a junky my nigga, I know you play with your nose
Call my jeweller tell him put 5 karat's in my earlobe
We know there's snakes in the grass, can get hit with that R.I.C.O
I'm a' hustler like Jay Z, and I'm a' ball like Alpo
Money before these hoes
[?]
Never fall out by money, cause' we gone' get some more
I'm from the streets, I won't fold
I just live by the code

My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

[Takeoff:]
Which one is you working
Popping seals like they virgins
Wrapping that work up no turbine
Broke niggas I am allergic
My nigga tell me what's your purpose
The bando be jumping like Kermit
I'm calling up Guapo, we go get that nacho, we pull up like the Secret Service
Rolling up cookies and Backwoods
Stuffing my weed like tobacco
Pretty boy, Offset, and Capo
Migos like Pablo Escobar [?] vato
Cooking up dope let the junkie taste some
Want cocaine classes call up Tray1
Expose you niggas just for fun
Pinky ring swole, Big bun
I know these niggas they envy me
These niggas didn't believe in me
I know they hate when we see it nigga
Pussy nigga don't you speak to me
They killed my bro Pistol Pete, Rest in Peace
Pull in the six four, no Eazy E
Money over bitches, M.O.B
Cookies punching out the cookie jar, Hercules
I take the two liter, Peach Crush
Fill that bitch up with some mud
It got to be Actavis my nigga can't sip like you niggas never did Tuss
I pull up in the I-8
Tell Corey open the gate
That's the first thing my mama told me when I was young how to know what was fake

[Jose Guapo:]
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it

[Quavo:]
Which one you working lil' boy
I'm still serving you know it
When I busted out the wrap, you know it's already going
Walking in the trap and it's snowing
I got a shooter Bruce Bowen
When I pop the seal, I keep pouring
Look at my shoes, Rick Owens
Which are you working my dude
Hurry up and come purchase this dog food
My niggas don't play by the rules
I got my degree out of trap school
Young nigga hitting licks
With the old dirty stick
Trapping out the house, but this time its' a mansion bitch
Having mob ties
Y'all niggas tell lies
You had it all in high school, now they say you dropping fries
That's the one that you working, which are you working
Still on the block, call me Quavo Kendrick Perkins
Double cup still Easter pink call it Kirby
Outside clean but the inside dirty
Riding around town and a nigga still swerving
Jet me ans my passenger seat, and it hold a thirty

[Jose Guapo:]
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
 
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"Where"

"Where"


(Oh shit, Takeoff you ready?)
Hey flip, fuck nigga better tell me where the money at
(Where it's at?)
Where it at fuck nigga?
(Get it up)
Where it's at nigga?
I ain't playin' nigga, uh

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Broad daylight searchin' for a juug
Finna hit a kicked door in my hood
Hit the right house and everything good
Dope sold, money fold
Them Arabian people, they got the gold
West side is my Migos, did five years down the road
He never told, he never fold
When they brought him up in court the nigga stood up on his own
If a nigga try to run up on a nigga, think a nigga slippin', ain't know I had the Smith & Wesson, hit in the dome
I'm think I'm a prophet just like God to the Rome
That Dolce Gabbana, the OG gas is my cologne
Jay Z and Kanye West, bitch I come to take the throne
Macaulay Culkin niggas because you was home alone
I was trappin' cappin' nigga now I'm trappin', dabbin'
You gotta be a soldier if you wanna be a captain
Thinkin' bout a plan nigga, got to make it happen
Got to make a name even if it means snatchin'
When I run the lobby with a book of clean molly
It's got us too hot, these bitches feel it on their body
Don't blame it on Takeoff, you better blame it on narcotics
We livin' at your mommy's house and rest in peace to Robin

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Shh, there he go
Shh, run to the truck, nigga kick the door (boom-boom)
Shh, lay him on the floor nigga, so tell me where the dough
He didn't want to talk so I shot him dead in the throat
I ain't gon' say no more
Searchin' through the house I find a suitcase with the dough
It's a nigga in the closet loaded with the .44
Oh shit nigga, back up the coat then we out the door
It was successful, I bought me a bezel
Next time I hit a lick it's gonna be better
I started off robbin', finessin', it's different levels
In the game I watch a nigga schedule
Beatin' up the pot, you call me Pacquiao (beat it up!)
I'm readin' the bible, talkin' bout Malachi (God)
This pistol lookin' at you, that's my 3rd eye (boaw!)
Put it into a nigga, give him a toe tie (kill him!)
I heard that you the gangster, pistol got you flinchin', think it's Christmas all the gifts I'm gettin'
33 birds in the kitchen, Scottie Pippen (brrr!)
You niggas be flexin', you actin', Mel Gibson (flex!)
Got the fork underwater, you think a nigga fishin'
Where it's at, I don't like to kill 'em, I'm a Christian
Police lookin' for a nigga, call me Brian Nichols
It's not a photo shoot, I'm takin' shots, it's not a picture (ra-ra-ra!)

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)

Somebody better tell me where is the dough-dough-dough (where it's at, nigga?)
Somebody better tell me, Lord bless his soul-soul-soul-soul
When I kick in your door (boom! Get down!), wavin' the chopper all around the room
(And you already know what time it is nigga), I'd like to welcome y'all to legion of doom
He ran off with the pack, I know I'ma see him soon, oh
There he go, he sprayin' blood wet like typhoon
Get on the floor, (get on the floor)
Better come off that dope (better come off that)
Better not be cut with soap (better not be cut)
I am the head honcho, I got head hunters that come for the throat
Don't nobody know that you missin'
Don't know body know nothin' bout Migo' business
Runnin' with the money pronto, not leavin' a witness

The nigga better tell me where the cash at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the bands at (cash)
Nigga better tell me where the dope at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the coke at (cocaine)
Nigga better tell me where the work at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where the drugs at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (you better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (uh)
Nigga better tell me where the stove at (where?)
Nigga better tell me where you put the dope at (where?)
Nigga better tell me when the truckload comin' in (truckload)
Or your wig get pushed back (baow-baow)
And I know you don't really want that (no)
So you better tell me where you put it at (where it's at?)
Where the work and fuckin' drugs at? (where it's at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (pop-pop-pop)
 
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"Where Were You"

"Where Were You"


Where were you
Where were you...

[Hook: Quavo]
Where were you when I was whipping it in the kitchen
Where were you when I was jugg finessing midget
Where were you when I was facing time off tickets
They wanna come around
Where were you...
Where were you when I was down and out and I was in the drought
Where were you when mama said she gon' kick me out
Where were you when I was down on my knees ain't had nun
Now I am at the top right now, just look at you

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I swear, I swear I'm gon' make it to the top this year
Where where, where where, when I whip it, when I flip it lil mama you trippin'

Now you going through what I've been going through, bitch you struggling
I know that you hate it, I know that you mad you're getting a dose of your medicine
The day of reckoning, move out of town I recommend
I treated you with proper etiquette
Where were you when I was being in the pen?
The Hannah Montana the molly's anthem
Plug in China I ain't have to meet this man
Choppers imported from Kazakhstan
Where were you when the eggbeater was in my hand?

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
I'm at the top right now, hate to see you at the bottom
But you wasn't fucking with me when I was taking that gwalla
I call up my shotta I send him the dollars
You sellout rapper at the bottom [?]
The models they watching the niggas they follow
Double G all on my collar
Bitch say she wants red bottoms
Paying tuition for college
Baby just look at me honest
You wasn't fucking with me when I was at Onyx
For money, back then I was boring, hell no
When I hop in my Porsche of course I know
Big ass bank rolls won't fold
Where were you when I was trapping out the bando
Now the nigga on the radio
Touring doing shows, on the road
Travel all over the globe
But where were you when I was broke

[Hook: Quavo]

[Verse 3: Offset]
As I remember
You quitted on me you surrendered
You pretender, acting like you was there when I was up in the blender
I'm the number one contender, don't hold grudges because I am a forgiver
You niggas make me have a bad temper, [?] said that offended her
I'm still trying to figure out
Where the fuck you was at when a nigga couldn't get out
I'm rich as a bitch with a smart mouth
Like Martin do Pam, bitch get out
Excuse a nigga if I'm acting rude
You was not there when I had no food
You want to start over I'm not a fool
These bitches not loyal she broke the rules
Trifling bitch I'm not wifing it
Left a nigga when I got indicted
You fucked my partner tryna keep it silent
My diamonds shining like the police sirens
My plug on the boat like a pirate
Pussy niggas they don't like me
Real niggas fuckin' with me
Baby girl you wasn't with me

[Hook: Quavo]
 
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"Who The Hell"

"Who The Hell"


[Hook:]
I'm a dog, she a dog too
If he a shooter, I'm a shooter too
I'm a trap nigga, who are you?
Is you mad, cause I'm flexing all on you?
Who the hell? [x3]
Got me fucked up
Who the hell? [x3]
Got me fucked up

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bitch
Who the hell are you?
I'm a dog she a dog too
We know that she fucking the team
Man the whole crew
I'm a fucking fool if I put cuffs on you
Who the hell?
Bet he got trap spots
No bandos, and I can't tell...
Who the hell say I ain't whipping a bale?
My niggas be kicking the doors
And running from 12
Fish scales
Pockets deep like water wells

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]
I got bombs no Osama
President rollie, Obama
Forty pornos
You can see my diamonds
From cross the corner
Death before dishonor
Middle finger, fuck the your honor
Concrete jungle
If you fumble
Eat you up like piranhas
Who the hell?
Said I won't pull out that chopper
And aim it at your turtle shell
I know that you snitching
You a informant for 12
My niggas they trained to kill
We got bananas
You know they gone peel

[Hook]
 
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"Why You Mad"

"Why You Mad"


[Hook:]
Hopping out the Rarri
I don came from the bottom
Got a whole lotta cash...
Money on the table
Got money on the floor
Got money in the bag...
Why you mad?
Why you mad?
Why you mad?
Why you mad?
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Broke nigga wanna talk
Got money in the vault
She buy me Giuseppe, she tell me she love me...
You cuffing her, choosing her, giving her money
Why ya mad cause I came up?
Say I wouldn't make it fuck nigga i'm famous...
Pull up in the Audi, the Rarri i'm racing
No mo' wearin Ralph Lauren
My bitch so foreign
Trap jumpin like Jordan...
How many times I told yall
I'm drinking that lean
Out the bottle in the morning...
Yung nigga I come from the hood
Flex and finesse and I juug
Rich nigga I made me a milli
My momma she told me I would
Red bottoms when I'm walking it's a murder scene
OG gas bags light green, Listerine
I didn't pass history
But it don't get to me
Racking and stacking the currency...
You love her, you give her yo card
I'm in yo garage
She suck me
She getting me hard
You kissing that broad

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
You mad? Or nah?
Rockstar, pull up, no guitar
I'm fucking yo bitch but you buying her cars
I ride in that Phantom, a boss
My neck and my wrist on glacier
Paper and paper, i'm relay the mayor
Shorty she know i'm a player
She thick from Jamaica
Rich nigga in the club, throwin money in the air
Broke niggas, just staring over there
Pull up in a Rarri, but you riding on a spare
My diamonds so clear
Hunnid bands my ear
I ain't round no square
You busted yo tire
You ain't got bus fare
By the way, these haters ain't talm bout nothing
I'm still getting hunnids
In the mall with yo bitch
Wit yo money
I'm buying me something
Maison Margielas
And brand new Giuseppes
You still wearin pradas...
I pull up in Rarri
I came from the bottom
You riding the motor

[Hook]
 
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"Wishy Washy"

"Wishy Washy"


[Hook - Quavo:]
You know these hoes wishy washy
They'll fuck your partner
Take all of your guala, take your guala
You know these hoes wishy washy
They hop in my bed, they can't wait to open their legs
They walk in the mall, they can't wait to spend all my bread
Wishy washy, wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
Wishy washy, I can not trust them
Wishy washy, I can not love them
You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Let me tell you a story
'Bout this lil' bit named Tamar
She'll let you smash for sure today
And then smash your partner tomorrow
She'll ask you can you take care of her
That'll cost you 'bout a couple hundred dollars
Everybody know lil' mama on go
Everybody call her hundred gobbler
Got hoes on hoes like a rasta
Is it because of my posture?
But I know it's cause a nigga's dollars
She got a baby, no, I'm not the father
She too wishy washy, she'll go in your pocket
And break your wallet, and you know she got it
But I got the knowledge to go tell her stop it
And she shake like an 8 hit a corner pocket
You can not play me
You know you're too wishy washy
Kick her out the house politely
We noticed you was too excited
No we not going for it, no we not going
You're too wishy washy lil' bitch and you know it
Ain't got time for a kid, the lil' bitch at the front door

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
These hoes wishy washy
Ain't no doubt about it
Quick to put your finger in a young nigga's wallet
And I know you fuckin' my partner
Quick to fuck a nigga for a couple hunna
High class pimpin' these niggas, she got the formula
Suckin' my anaconda, got the flower aroma
And on my mama I'm not fuckin' these bitches without a condom
Wishy washy
Cut these bitches off like hibachi
I'm fuckin' her and her whole posse
If you wanna fuck her then you gotta pay deposit
She givin' up her pussy for the profit
Her mama keep beggin' her to stop it
She really wanna be on red carpets
These bitches ain't shit, it's in the Bible
Talkin' 'bout you got a baby in your stomach
These bitches are funny
They're tryna take a nigga's money
I ain't got no feelings for no bitches, I'm numbing
Up to par, my swag from London
These bitches bad, ain't worth nothin'
I'm just sayin', I can see your plan
You wanna get married to a rich man

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Takeoff:]
I can't fuck with you bitches, you wishy washy
Neiman Marcus shoppin', she want me to spoil her rotten
But I know that she's plottin' mama said don't trust nobody
This bitch is a vegetarian, all she want is broccoli
I told her if she knew better, she would prolly do better
That Rolex is a Skylander, got gold all on my Margielas
Pullin' up in a Bentley, no Mr. Bentley
She askin' me where my umbrella
Fox fur, put on my mink, chinchilla
Flawless diamonds, it's gon' be a cold winter, burr, burr
Don't wanna fuck you, lil' mama, I just want head
These bitches, they can't wait to open their legs
But soon as she pull in my driveway
Pull up to my front door, she got the panties in her hand
She know how to work the pots and pans
She watchin' me like I'm on demand
She the bomb, Osama Bin (Osama Bin Laden!)

[Hook]
 
MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"WOA"

"WOA"


[Hook - Takeoff:]
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, woah
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, woah

[Verse 1 - Takeoff:]
Pipe up this bitch
If she is basic I pipe up your bitch
Make it dark in this bitch
Don’t worry cause I got some light on my wrist
Want to talk about dabbin’
The difference between us and them, we created that shit
Stackin’ money ever since
If it ain’t about money it don’t make sense
Dope in the troop and it’s two percent tint
Dope in the coochie, young pimp in this bitch
Keep it 100, I’m sick of this bitch
Never ate breakfast but eat out the grits
Hold that bitch down but she can’t get the stick
Taking a trip, I’ma give her the dick
Chew it up, eat it up like it’s a Twix
Most of these niggas not, they counterfeit
Go see your jeweler my nigga, you tripping
Your diamonds so little that they got me squinting
I forgot to mention you tryna get a verse from me
Then I’m gonna have to charge you a ten
Then I go 24 karat my kitchen
Fell asleep on drank at the house party with Diddy
Who the fuck said we ain’t plugged in the city
Never mind, niggas done turned into crickets

[Hook - Takeoff:]
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, woah
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, woah

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
Pistols, hammers, AKs, bananas
Dirty, Diana, on molly, dandruff
This my propaganda, riding ‘round Atlanta
I see a hundred cameras, doing shows in Alabama
I’m not your average rapper
Come to my trap, I’ll tax ya
My diamonds came from Africa, like Michael Blackson
I spent 10k in Magic, two bitches fucked my fashion
They think because I’m rapping, Houdini won’t do magic
Working the water, Atlantic
Money stretched out to Kansas
Big body panoramic
I told your bitch to get the dancer
Shoot a nigga, hit the canvas
Get off my grass like I’m Stanley
I’m higher than a chimpanzee
Ranked number one, my standings

[Hook - Takeoff:]
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, woah
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, woah

[Verse 3 - Offset:]
Look at my diamonds, they wink and say peek-a-boo
I shock the block like I’m Pikachu
I shot the Glock, tried to kill a few
I put that dope in her dookie chute
We fuck these bitches, we switch-a-roo
I had to beat it like Michael do
I get the Sprite and I spike a deuce
I create flames when I’m in the booth
Wide, body, I’m bout to buy me an island
Dab, stylish, these not on the shelf, you can’t find ‘em
Ice, blind ‘em, if I’m eyeing it told you I’m buying it
We together, we never divided
Like a feather I’m flier than pilots
Chew my dab up just like it is Trident
Kept it real with you niggas, we tried it
Got to hit hard and move silent
If it’s bout the money then I’m riding
If you broke, need a job, I can hire you
Offset, your dab is expiring
Your pockets ain’t straight, need alignment
The bando is my type of environment
 
MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Wrist Game"

"Wrist Game"


[Quavo]
Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or somethin'
You got game nigga
Fuck yo' game; I got wrist game

[Hook: Quavo x2]
I just bought a Bentley wit' my wrist game
Earn my plug trust wit' my wrist game
Fuck a calculator, I got wrist game
Built a house wit' cocaine wit' my wrist game

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Built a house wit' cocaina I'm livin' like a eskimo
Pull up on Tito, he posted at the local corner store
He need a half a bag, remixin' wit' half a swag
Don't hit my phone, won't talk to you, no need to call me back
Whip game, hurricane, feelin' like Bruce Wayne
Ice chain from Johnny Dang, diamonds kickin' like Liu Kang
Naked bitches in the kitchen sniffin' off of dishes
Got them Thanksgiving turkeys, Quavo sellin' whole chickens
Servin' patients like a clinic, runnin' bands up at Lenox
Quavo President Clinton, selling Monica Lewinsky
I might pull up on you wit' the birds in that 'Rari engine
When them plays come my way, I might catch it like a mitten

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
When you got wrist game you can get anything
Gold chains, bought my index a Versace ring
So much coke in my trap spot, the pot's hot
Money jumpin' out my shoe box like Jack Box
Bitches whippin' in the kitchen, bra and panties off
Never think 'bout juugin' cause they know I cut they fingers off
Catch me in Bahamas in Versace sandals
Takeoff got that A-1 dope whip game, Mrs. Campbells
(Flats) in my panorama, watch me change the channels
All these damn babies, use saran for the pampers
Change my name to Tetris cause I got so many blocks
In the trunk I got two blocks I might just pull up on yo' block

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Offset]
My whip game it is so crazy get them bricks from them boys in Haiti
Cocaine and water create it, in the kitchen I'm making them babies
Yo' closet filled wit' Old Navy, my closet filled wit' old babies
I'm whippin', I'm whippin' them pots in the kitchen, you know I be gettin' I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin' yo' throat, before I buy coke, I gotta get quote
Breads by the loads, bring 'em on boats, I fly overseas I'm doin' the most
No lie, I will take a o, finesse the plug, it's time for a toast
I started wit' 'bows and started wit' grams and now I'm sellin' them wholes
I feel like John Gotti, them bricks in my Masi
Let's have a trap party, I'm bringin' iCarly
They think that I'm surfin', my dope is so gnarly
Lil' Daryll whip, my dope is retarded
The feds keep talkin', they say I'm a target
I'm slam dunkin' bricks they call me Amar'e
You know I got bucks but not from Milwaukee
It's never a drought, it's bricks on the market

[Hook]
 
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