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We The Ones (Quality Control, Takeoff & Tee Grizzley)

de Quality Control

Yeah, aight, bitch
What's up with that motherfucking mouth?
Oh God, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Helluva made the beat baby

Usually do a white bitch with a slatt one
Got a bad bitch with a fat one
She like bitches more than me so on fridays, we do captions
Like uzi's, not madsen's
She like mac dre, I like andre
I'ma ball hard like deandre
Get a paycheck like beyoncé
Not tryna be your fiancé
My sister's boyfriend light skinned, his name keyence
Told him if he hurt her, I'ma hurt him on my papa (so pops)
Pull up to his mama house with the big choppa (grrrr)

Ayy, forty racks will put that jet in the air
I'm like fuck it, let me pull up on the slaps 'cause I'm here
Put that on my daddy grave, ain't no man that I fear
I ain't talking shit, when I say: Clap at this here
Niggas showing extra colors, get my clorox
Your favorite rapper chain, know he's in an out the projects (fuck that)
Make a nigga bitch do some pork chops
I used to hear shots, now I ain't got to keep my doors locked
With they baby mama only time they acting tough
We heard I had a shootout, ain't nobody dying, wasn't us
Say whatever you want about the Glock 9's
Even if it's slippery, can't let the opps slide

Had a foreign, yeah, the shit with the frog eyes
Bad bitch, on the neck, she be dark eyes
I'm a dog ass bitch like some left focals
And a big white house, call that chef oval
Broke whip a range rover, uh
Built like a lick to say the least
Fifty thousand like a fleece
Blue and red like police
Got a bad bitch with a tint rose, Sun down
Nigga hot, a nigga 8 ball, playstation
Pull up to the sock, fuck his mama in her back
Bend her over, hold her mouth
Told her: Take it like a real bitch
Then she went south, sucking dick like a pro
Swallow mouth like a taste tester on a go pro

On a go pro, bitch, want the crib?
Fuck the bank 'cause I don't want to know (where your cash?)
Yachty still got the money from that one in horse (that's some m's)
Hellcat, red key, that's the mini horses (uh)
In the club with all franklins, going Georgia's
Walking through the airport, hoping they don't call the dogs
Got more frost than a bitch, I'm just hoping that I thaw
I'm beefing with your mans, we go 50, take his head off
Bankrolls so fucking sloppy I can't spread it raw
Wait, who that creeping in the car, the windows down (who's that?)
That might be bro, he's supposed to pull up with some loud (all good)
They started shooting 'till those kids go in the house
They heard the ar, make the niggas turn to rubble

Fuck his bitch in a pretty ass night gown
She get drunk off of titos, believe that
Fuck that bitch from the back, grab her weed tracks
Why these bitches want both? Mind your beeswax
Make your bitch take my kids, they like deep facts
Put a crease in her butt like some water slacks
Pussy wet, got me feeling like a merman
Ai, ak's like the taliban
Tell the fried niggas getting money like the wheel of fortune
Used to ride a wild couple cars with no ac unit
She was really scorching so my wrist tell my ace to do it
Teeth with the porches, not just better than some old milf

Niggas talkin' about what they 'bout to do, ayy
Boy we already in motion (we already in motion)
Fuck with us, you crack that metal though
We aim it at abdominals, ayy (we aim at your body)
Try me if you feeling heroic, I'm strapped like a trojan
You know I ain't spread shit, when I shrinking on rollies
He say grizzley, you don't fuck with me, get out your emotions
What did I tell you fool, before we really go to this shit, we'd spoken, nigga
Now our prices is the lowest
Ayy, but the show prices the highest
I found out the hard way that my heart probably the darkest
Bitch but her ice probably the brightest, nigga

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