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quality control, city girls & stefflon don - like that lyrics

[intro: yung miami]
it’s yung miami, ho
city girl sh-t
mustard on the beat, ho

[chorus: yung miami]
all i wanna know is where the n-gg-s with the racks at?
all i wanna know is where the n-gg-s with the bags at?
hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
i’m a real -ss, trill -ss b-tch, i need a n-gg- like that, where he at?
yo, tell me where the real n-gg-s at
i need a n-gg- like that, where he at?
’cause i’m a real -ss, trill -ss b-tch, i need a n-gg- like that

[verse 1: yung miami]
i’m a real -ss b-tch, i need him too hood (yep)
buy me louis, take me out, and f-ck me too good
take me ’round his homeboys and they whisper
they like, “d-mn, n-gg-, do she got a sister?”
wobbly wobbly, drop, drop it on his d-ck
and this p-ssy tighten up, when he in it, gotta grip
gotta use two hands ’cause my thighs too thick
he gotta drop ten bands just to take me on a trip, ayy
i need n-gg- that’s gon’ pull up with that heat
need a n-gg- that’s gon’ leave my wrists on freeze
he gon’ beat that case, it ain’t got no lease
need a n-gg- that don’t f-ck with n-body
and he don’t give a f-ck about you hoes
tryna slide in his dm, yeah, i know
gotta stick under the seat in the rolls
i might catch a b-tch coming out the stores, like, “b-tch”

[verse 2: stefflon don]
p-ssy clean, p-ssy pink, p-ssy need to eat
in the morning he gon’ gargle it like listerine
he know i’m better than his ex, better than his next
that’s why he got all these diamonds, they drippin’ down my neck
wobblity, wobblity, wop, i’ma bounce on it
do my dance, then put my mouth on it
all these lil’ b-tches wanna get like me
’cause they never met a motherf-cker fresh like me
they f-cking n-gg-s, but you know they give me figures
i got my own, but i’ma spend it anyway
and if you really wanna know if you a winner
when ain’t no commas, who these broke b-tches pick?
f-ck a date, n-gg-, take me to the bank
trickin’ n-gg-s, i do it because i can
then send him home to his bm in the van
then text my other n-gg- like, “where you at?”

[verse 3: renni rucci]
put this cookie in your mouth like a percocet
put my legs on his face like a turtleneck
this ain’t no race, take your time, n-gg-, shmurda that
n-gg-, jump in this p-ssy, hurdle that
i need a real -ss n-gg- that’s gon’ hold me down
pick a b-tch up, lick a b-tch down
lick me from the back, smack it ’til it hurt
lift a b-tch skirt, n-gg-, make me squirt
keep a strap in the jeep case a b-tch tweak
hope that n-gg- got some racks ’cause this ain’t cheap
i’ma break the whole bank if he date me
and hope i don’t go in his pockets when he go to sleep
renni rucci on the beat and the d-ck
make a n-gg- lick my feet and my cl-t
pull it out, it tastes sweet on the lips
i need a n-gg- with some meat on the stick

[outro: stefflon don]
where he at?
dumb fat, yeah, you know my -ss fatter
where he at?
dumb fat, yeah, you know you like that

- quality control city girls stefflon don lyrics

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