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quality control - intro lyrics

[intro: offset]
monsta’s gon’ tear it up
feel me
nawfside sh-t n-gg-, you know what i mean
y’all thought this sh-t was over or somethin’, you know what i mean, this sh-t ain’t over n-gg-

[verse 1: offset]
chanel and dolce gabbana
i bought that sh-t for my mama
i stood right in front of your honor, huh
when i got home, ran up commas
ooh, cartiers on look like arthur, uh
b-tch i’m your daddy, your father
who that be talkin’ ’bout drama
b-tch on my mama we gonna solve ’em
i’m with mango foo hangin’ out of the roof
chasin’ the loot, never caught in the loop
sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth
in the mulsanne and my seat the m-sseuse
throw the b-tch off of the back, it’s an oop
she wanna f-ck the whole group
but i can’t cuff her, no shackles on you
we f-ck and that’s all that we do
bon appét-t, let’s eat
ate a plate full of molly, she geeked
hachoo, she sneezed
b-tch on her knees off the skis
when i f-ck do not call me back, please
diamonds all white like the priest
maison margiela on sleeves
i’m dressin’ like i’m j-panese
the doors was closed, i kicked it open
i had the fire, it was c-cked and loaded

[verse 2: quavo]
stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
need a gas mask, it’s too potent
your ho like to f-ck, her p-ssy smoking
the street that you walking on, we control it
quality control this sh-t (control it)
quality control your b-tch (control her)
you might wanna hold your diss (huh?)
’cause n-gg- we folding sh-t
walk in the spot, so many straps
n-gg- whose pole is this?
now the hot records i’m on it
young n-gg-, you owe me this
yrn, throwin’ up qc
we got trap stars and we on tv (tv)
f-ck on the system, n-gg- free meek (free meek)
carats jumping off the chain, 3d (3d)
whippin’ up bricks in the teepee (teepee)
and then the braves serve j’s on your street

[verse 3: lil yachty]
superstar shawty, my newest b-tch super woke
pull out that ho, give her super throat
bank account look like a godd-mn uber code
keep it lowkey but i’m hittin’ you n-gg-s’ hoes
free my bro nino from prison, yeah
he hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah
quay bought a whip so i gotta go get one too
we coppin’ whips like it’s none’ to do
pour a four in a sprite, not no mountain dew
we hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
i done hit everything in the city
quay done hit everything in the city
take done hit everything in the city
old f-ck n-gg-s hate me, huh (f-ck ’em)
i got the kids on lock, huh
she eatin’ kids on spot, huh
i parked the yacht at the dock
got a new glock, same color parking lot (hoo)

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