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quavo - pass out lyrics

22 million dollars in cash left on the street
the boy who picked up the cash? went on a mission
(buddah bless this beat)
it’s the most money i’ve ever felt or touched
buddah, huncho, go!
woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)

i brought my n-gg-s to the bank, then we cashed out
i brought my b-tch to the bank, then she p-ssed out (b-tch)
woo, woo, woo, yes sir
woo (hey!), woo (that’s hard), yes sir
i do not talk about n-gg-s out my d-mn mouth (no)
i pull up on you, pull the trigger, then i air it out (uh)
woo, woo, woo, yes sir
woo (hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr (huncho)
skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

yeah, whip it like i can’t stand it (skrrt, skrrt)
pull up, park and do damage (skrrt)
trap house to a mansion (trap)
i put that on my granny (grandma)
grandma, yeah
grandma

let me see that lighter (hey)
fire a n-gg- -ss up, yerr (yeah)
missed his head so i caught him in the ear (grrrah)
i should face tattoo a hundred tears (huh?)
all these rappers wanna make disappear (woo)
in the spotlight lookin’ like deers (deer)
‘specially when we pull up pressin’ (press ’em)
‘specially when we pull up flexin’ (flexin’)
‘specially when we pull up checkin’ (check ’em)
150 cash on a necklace (ice)
young n-gg- scr-pin’ them extras (skrrt)
movin’ ’em blocks, no tetris (blocks)
wrap ’em a lot like texas

lil’ mama fine as h-ll, but she actin’ saditty (stuck up)
i’m not will smith, but i’m tryna get jiggy (f-ck her)
i can show you how to make a band like diddy
get up out yo’ feelings ‘fore this
choppa make you dance like shiggy (21)
6 god just like drizzy (skrait up)
shoot you in the back like ricky (skraight up)
seats peanut b-tter like jiffy (skraight up)
y’all n-gg-s rats like mickey (skraight up)
thick women only, i’m picky (on god)

yellow diamonds on me, they p-ssy (on god)
elliott the one did all my ice,
but i’m not talkin’ bout missy (on god)
pick your side (yeah)
one man army, don’t need no side (yeah)
rolls-royce truck (skraight up)
your b-tch gettin’ down on her knees inside (on god)
y’all gotta put sh-t together,
’cause your money short, n-gg-, like yeezy slides (broke -ss)
the bentley truck came with them,
i ain’t even have to put no tvs inside

skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

yeah, hey! only god i fear (god)
it’s ten bricks in the lear (bricks)
draco came with a mirror (boom-boom-boom-boom)
to watch my back (uh, uh)
heard he got whacked (huh, huh)
the bando back (uh)
cookin’ from scratch (uh, whip)

heard you the man now
you do the dirt with your hands, huh? (dirt)
get it for a lil’ bit of change,
feel like you pickin’ up cans now (uh)
satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin’ (dope)
beep, beep! f-ck it, dead line (f-ck it)
took your b-tch to the bank, now her head’s mine (toppy)
if i ever have kids, inherit my bread line (oh!)

- quavo lyrics

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