收聽Quality Control的Yeh (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Yeh (Explicit)

Quality Control, Duke Deuce2019年6月24日

Yeh (Explicit) 歌詞

 

Ayoza

What the f**k

Ayy, ayy

Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers

P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking

Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, the trap be bunking, the 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 ** 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, the trap be bunking, the 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, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking

We came from nothing, we came from nothing

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

What the f**k That my adlib

At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal

Do that nigga got a hundred 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' f**k 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 s**t 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, the trap be bunking, the 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, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking

We came from nothing, we came from nothing

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

 

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah