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letra de um yea - quality control

[intro: offset]
we havin’ a check by the way
huh, woo woo woo
you feel me? you dig
sh-t look easy, know what i mean
dj durel
hey

[chorus: offset]
don’t i look like i’m the sh-t lil’ n-gg-?
look at my motherf-ckin’ wrist lil n-gg-
thought you had hits but you missed lil n-gg-
why you keep starin’ at my b-tch lil n-gg-?
you little n-gg-s keep gossiping
you should go work for the blogs and them
don’t f-ck with the gang, they the opposite
pop at them n-gg-s, apocalypse
um, yeah, you cannot stop it
run up that bag, we gon’ go get a profit
um, yeah, this no monopoly
but we got colorful money and property
um, yeah, what’s in your pocket?
the pocket rocket, please do not size me
um, yeah, bored on the private
boogers look snotty, i’m good on a thotty

[verse 1: offset]
uh, yeah, i’m ’bout to get his -ss h-t
yeah, pay that lil’ dime
yeah, if you get knocked for that body
yeah, do that lil’ time (appeal)
yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can’t show this on vine (on the low though)
yeah, most of you n-gg-s drop dimes on dimes, you can’t do the time (you a ho though)
elliot got me on blind, i’m blind, i can’t see my time (shine)
yeah, if i’m a gangster my b-tch is a gangster, she ready to slide (she ready to ride)
b-tch i can’t face it, i sip on the matrix, i’m dead or alive (uhh)
if i go broke i’m not asking n-body, i’m ready to rob (ready to kick)
slob on my kn-b, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice)
fifty k sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a whopper (fifty ball)
can’t kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr)
robinson 44 (uh), b-tch take a trip in the chopper
still ballin’ like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers
still bustin’ off forty-four, you talkin’ ’bout guns or the profit (uh)
yeah, go pick up a bigger load, from pablo, rico, and papi (rico)
you got them bricks, we gon’ hit the door (boo)
i’m in your hood, robin

[chorus: offset]
don’t i look like i’m the sh-t lil n-gg-?
look at my motherf-ckin’ wrist lil n-gg-
thought you had hits but you missed lil n-gg-
why you keep starin’ at my b-tch lil n-gg-?
you little n-gg-s keep gossiping
you should go work for the blogs and them
don’t f-ck with the gang, they the opposite
pop at them n-gg-s, apocalypse
um, yeah, you cannot stop it
run up that bag, we gon’ go get a profit
um, yeah, this no monopoly
but we got colorful money and property
um, yeah, what’s in your pocket?
the pocket rocket, please do not size me
um, yeah, bored on the private
boogers look snotty, i’m good on a thotty (thotty)

[verse 2: cardi b & offset]
bardi, uh
ain’t with the politicking with you, i don’t need to vote (nah)
i sell tracks that these tours need for seating rows (packed)
i’m in the spot these whack b-tches is competing for (weak, who?)
matter fact i’m that b-tch that’s really eating the most (hrrr)
i’m with your n-gg- ’cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge)
let’s talk money in spanish ’cause i can speak it in both (díme)
i been ballin’ kinda like when derek jeter rose (woo)
i’m with the papis with machetes so we l-o (ahh)
travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow)
by now lil b-tch you can’t get p to roll (blah)
he kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo)

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