- Quality Control Virgil 歌詞
- Quality Control
- DJ Durel
Woo
White (White), and its snowin (Snowfall)
Off-White (White), and its 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, Im peddlin (Skrrt, swim)
Young ** ***s 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 aint gon front, none of that (No)
Im from Atlanta, I earned that (A)
But I came straight out the North (Yeah)
Yes, I know everybody heard that (Heard it)
Number one, thats where the birds at (Brrt)
Hahahaha, getcha curve back (Ha)
I cant get down (Get down), I gotta get up (Up)
Yeah (Yeah), I cant get down (Nah), I gotta get up (Up, uh)
Yeah, Im in the pothole whippin a knot ho
Make em go eat it up (Eat it up)
Straight out the ba*****t whippin Picasso (Whip)
Young ***** heating up (Heat it up)
I cant get froze (No), Lord knows the soul I own (God)
The ice two-tone (Ice, brrt), thats four iPhones (Uh)
Baby boy Holmes (Woo), you aim preferably forthe nose (Bow)
Its a trap boy zone (Trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)
*****s get hard until they get hit with the sentence (Damn, damn)
These *****s act hard, but they cannot handle they penalty (No, no)
Aint gon lie, I havent had smoke in a minute (Aint havin no smoke)
Im focused on bags and juugin, finessin the industry (Bags, finesse)
Free all my *****s until they reclaim they innocence (Free)
My bad *****, I bought her a chain for kickin it (She icy)
Lame *****, hit wit the flame, he snitchin it (He tellin)
******* witch, give her the lame, she sniffin it (She snortin it )
I cant get down (Get down), I gotta get up (Up)
Yeah (Yeah), I cant get down (Nah), I gotta get up (Up, uh)
Yeah, Im in the pothole whippin a knot ho
Make em go eat it up (Eat it up)
Straight out the ba*****t whippin Picasso (Whip)
Young ***** heating up (Heat it up)
I cant get froze (No), Lord knows the soul I own (God)
The ice two-tone (Ice, brrt), thats four iPhones (Uh)
Baby boy Holmes (Woo), you aim preferably for the nose (Bow)
Its a trap boy zone (Trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)
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