Virgil - Quality Control/Quavo
Lyrics by：Quavious Marshall/Daryl McPherson
Composed by：Quavious Marshall/Daryl McPherson
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Woo
White white and it's snowin' snowfall
Off-white white and it's snowin' off-white
She bad as hell bad and she goin' go
My career ooh it keep growin' grow
Four rings four-way like the Audi blaow
The top sushi su' like karate uh
We popped 'em shh bow you heard about 'em where shh
QC veteran QC
Ho let the huncho settle in huncho huncho
I can be in the trap uh on
The TV on David Letterman woo
Yeah off the flair flair drop me
In the ocean I'm peddlin' skrrt swim
Young n***as brought all the culinaries skrrt and
I just came back from the netherlands gone yeah
'Nough of that pitty-pat pitty-pat chitty chat
Chitty chat tit for tat tit for tat
I ain't gon' front none of that no
I'm from Atlanta I earned that A
But I came straight out the north yeah
Yes I know everybody heard that heard it
Number one that's where the birds at brrt
Hahahaha getcha curve back ha
I can't get down get down I gotta get up up
Yeah yeah I can't get down
Nah I gotta get up up uh
Yeah I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up eat it up
Straight out the basement whippin' picasso whip
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www.xmusic.io 音乐网Young n***a heating up heat it up
I can't get froze no Lord knows the soul I own God
The ice two-tone ice brrt that's four iphones uh
Baby boy holmes woo you aim preferably for the nose bow
It's a trap boy zone trap we exchange whitney for nicole whitney
N***as get hard until they get
Hit with the sentence d**n d**n
These n***as act hard but they
Cannot handle they penalty no no
Ain't gon' lie I haven't had smoke
In a minute ain't havin' no smoke
I'm focused on bags and juugin'
Finessin' the industry bags finesse
Free all my n***as until they
Reclaim they innocence free
My bad b***h I bought her
A chain for kickin' it she icy
Lame b***h hit wit' the flame he snitchin' it he tellin'
C*****e witch give her the lame
She sniffin' it she snortin' it
I can't get down get down I gotta get up up
Yeah yeah I can't get down nah
I gotta get up up yeah uh
I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up eat it up
Straight out the basement whippin' picasso whip
Young n***a heating up heat it up
I can't get froze no Lord knows the soul I own God
The ice two-tone ice brrt that's four iphones uh
Baby boy holmes woo you aim preferably for the nose bow
It's a trap boy zone trap we
Exchange whitney for nicole whitney
