Testo Yeh - Quality Control feat. Duke Deuce
Testo della canzone Yeh (Quality Control feat. Duke Deuce), tratta dall'album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2
Ayoza
What the fuck?
Ayy, ayy
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah, I rob, yeah, I kill
Yeah, I get them deals out them California hills
Just because I fell back, that don't mean I fell off
I got big dawg status, hitters knock your head off
Smoking weed at the school, gettin' in trouble with the law
Hard headed ass nigga, mama said your ass soft
Hard headed ass nigga damn near knocking heads off
Daddy found out I was GD, damn near knocked my chest off
Never been a scared nigga, never been no dumb nigga
I was 'bout that bread, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
At 15, popping meds, nigga, could've been a dead nigga
You heard what I said, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
What the fuck? That, that my ad lib
At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal
Do that nigga got a hunnid? Do that nigga got a mil'?
Boy, don't worry about my pockets, come and pick up your ho heels
YRN diamond chains give a nigga chill
Bet that she wan' fuck me now, she suck me soft until I'm still
Stupid boy, don't ask what's popping if you tryna make a deal
Boy, the only thing popping is these motherfucking pills
Weed vacuum sealed, ayy, put 'em on the wheels, uh
Get it out the mud even though I got a deal
It is what it is, my nigga, this shit real
Ten toes on my feet, ain't no stranger to the field
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Head banger, head banger (Yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger
Head banger (Yeah), twisted fingers, twisted fingers
Twisted fingers, twisted fingers (Yeah)
Twisted fingers, twisted fingers (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Isiah Rashaad Carter, Patavious Lushun Isom
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