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letra de sides - quality control

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[intro]
cook that sh-t up quay
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
i’m ’bout to lift off

[chorus]
always with the guys, never picking sides
new crib big as f-ck, you should see inside
four car garage, you can pick a ride
everything i say facts, these n-gg-s tellin’ lies
i been heatin’ up, i’m ’bout to lift off
i been heatin’ up, i’m ’bout to lift off
in the studio all day, i turn my flip off
ysl jean jacket, i be dripped out

[verse 1]
mama couldn’t pay the rent so we got kicked out
now her living room plush, i pay the rent now
got a million in my bank account, i’m lit now
redbone from overseas getting d-ck now
i put vvs on my teeth, i put vvs on my b-tch
i put vvs on my kids, n-gg-s can’t do the sh-t that i did
signed for a two million dollar deal, i put a half a mil on my crib
man this trap sh-t really real, i ain’t been rapping for a year
my lil n-gg-s in the cut throwing gang signs
i been running with the guys, i got mob ties
keep my shooters in the house, they don’t come outside
ain’t sleepin’ ’til we eatin’, ain’t letting sh-t slide

[chorus]
always with the guys, never picking sides
new crib big as f-ck, you should see inside
four car garage, you can pick a ride
everything i say facts, these n-gg-s tellin’ lies
i been heatin’ up, i’m ’bout to lift off
i been heatin’ up, i’m ’bout to lift off
in the studio all day, i turn my flip off
ysl jean jacket, i be dripped out

[verse 2]
i was just sittin’ in the prison but i’m rich now
thinking ’bout the time i wasted, i bust my wrist down
seven-figure young n-gg- no more licks now
but if he sweet i want it all, i make him get down
my sisters ain’t gotta worry, my n-gg-s ain’t gotta learn
my system filled up with syrup, i’ma keep poppin’ these percs
told my label i quit trappin’, hope they know that was a joke
told my plug i’m never quitting, he can bring another load
i put fear of god on my jacket, put givenchy on my coat
every now and then i still f-ck a rachet, it’s just somethin’ ’bout her throat
i’m a god in my hood, give them young n-gg-s hope
put a mil up in case i ain’t never goin’ broke

[chorus]
always with the guys, never picking sides
new crib big as f-ck, you should see inside
four car garage, you can pick a ride
everything i say facts, these n-gg-s tellin’ lies
i been heatin’ up, i’m ’bout to lift off
i been heatin’ up, i’m ’bout to lift off
in the studio all day, i turn my flip off
ysl jean jacket, i be dripped out

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