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quality control - wrist thunderstorm lyrics

[intro: offset]
okay, hey

[chorus: offset]
wrist thunderstorm, yeah
javi, don’t wanna see pr-ne
i kick your b-tch out the gang, she get hung (gang)
hold that sh-t down, she got dope in her thong (dope)
yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)
suicide door like i’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)
f-ck off my name lil’ b-tch (smash)
k!ll the p-ssy then bury the b-tch (hey, hey)
we fiend for the cash we get (cash)
kel-tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)
double my millions and flip
double my cup when i’m pourin’ a fifth (mud)
dreams of counting a mil (dreams)
when i had woke up i had ’em for real (for real)
fiends all up in my ear (fiends)
ask for the dope i ain’t served in years (offset)

[verse 1: offset]
fashion, b-tch i’m mike jackson (mike)
patek, the diamonds do backflips (woo)
spike, the louboutins cactus (spike)
fishtail the coupe with no traction (skrt)
takin’ your b-tch, i kidnap sh-t (c’mon)
whack sh-t, clap sh-t, tactics (whack)
private the plane, up my status (private)
it’s only a quarter in the mattress (quarter)
speed racing (speed)
bentley big b from the bas-m-nt (big b)
hide and go seek with the k (hide and seek)
put the fire in your mouth, you can face it (fire)
n-gg- quit leasing the wraith (lease)
feel it numb my teeth with the glacier (hah)
whole forty-three on a bracelet (bracelet)
know i’m in the streets drip naked (hah)
survived, just look in my eyes (eyes)
v12, back seat the m-ssage (12)
we deep the game like a try
f-ckin’ your b-tch in my eye (smash)
squeeze the lemon, it’s out (squeeze)
smellin’ like pile of flowers (oh)
taste it, now it’s devoured (ah)
leave your -ss stank like a coward (stank)

[verse 2: mango foo]
i know some n-gg-s that’s servin’ some years
got so much ice on my neck give me chills
my b-tch is so bad she don’t look like she real
you sip out the bottle, i’m poppin’ the seal
we pull out in foreigns, the engine the rear
i put a whole brick of ice in my ear
smokin’ on loud, i can’t even hear
we shoot up the crowd, this sh-t can get serious
i work a move, i put it in plastic
i work the uzi movin’ through traffic
i got a bank account inside the mattress
we do not think it out, we gon’ and smash it
young n-gg- still sellin’ work, trap out the church
when we hit the trap it’s bag alert
i can’t even get in the door first
pick up the b-tch with a chauffeur
light up my wrist like the first
diamonds water, you could surf
groupie b-tches get the curve
k!lling sh-t, i’m on a purge
pockets filled up like it’s sherman
spending more than what you earning
wrist on hurricane irma

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