Queen – Machines (Or Back To Humans) ( Lyrics ) Letra Queen Lyrics Queen – Machines (Or Back To Humans) ( Lyrics)
It’s a machines world
Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain’t no place for rock and roll
They tell me I don’t care
But deep inside I’m just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no one but no one but no one can wrest me away
Back to humans
We have no disease no trouble of mind
No thank you or please no regard for the time
We never cry we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat
What’s that machine noise?
It’s bytes and megachips for tea
It’s that machine boys
With random access memory
Never worry never mind
Not for money not for gold
It’s software is hardware
It’s heartbeat is time-share
It’s midwife’s a disc drive
It’s sex life is quantised
It’s self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised
Back to humans
Back to humans
Back to machines
Machines
Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last?
Machine world
Change
Back to humans
It’s a machines world
Thinking in the past (back to humans)
Living in a new world
How you gonna last?
Machine world
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Quadeca – I Make It Look Effortless ( Lyrics ) Letra Quadeca Quadeca – I Make It Look Effortless ( Lyrics )
(ah, ah, ah) I make it look effortless, I make it look effortless
Tell you what i don’t need, a preface in
I feel like my cup is still half empty, i feel like a pessimist
She think she in love, she only half met me, she don’t get the sentiment (ha-ha)
I still have the door open for you, on your way, I’ll still be a gentlemen
And I’m too far gone (oh)
Don’t wanna hear about what you are on (oh)
Baby, I miss you out my mind (yeah, ah, ah, ah)
Maybe I gotta draw the line (ah, ah, ah)
I make it look effortless, I make it look effortless
Tell you what I don’t need, a preface in
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Quavo – Hold Me Lyrics, Letra
Hold Me Letras, Lyrics:
(I-I-I)
Hold me
I need you to hold me
I need you to hold me
Don’t let me go (I’m workin’ on dyin’)
I need you to hold me
Bnyx (don’t let me go)
Do you feel like you can get through the hard times? (damn)
Do you feel like you can get on your knees and just pray to the lord through the dark times? (hold me)
You know what you need, I just need you to hold me (hold me)
Listen and feel my heart closely
I was down in too deep like an ocean (splash)
You the only one goin’ through the motions (motions)
I was trapped up in all my emotions (ha)
Lost my nephew to gunplay and smoke shit
Lost my dawgs to some petty ass ho shit
I guess you look at me ‘cause I’m the oldest
We was the closеst (on God)
I ain’t never gon’ let thе streets hold me (streets)
You ain’t never gon’ hear that I folded (never)
It’s on me and I ain’t got to show it
I just gave it to God, told him: Hold it
Mama, I want you to hold me
Takeoff, promise, don’t let me go
Heaven, I want you to hold me
Lingo (don’t let me go)
Tree, I want you to hold me
Shar, promise, don’t let me go
Jada, I want you to hold me
Jamie (don’t let me go)
Do you feel like you can get through the hard times?
Lookin’ right at the dark when the light shine
I suggest you hold me
We live different lives and races
All in different places (hold me)
I need you to hold me
If you lost and you can’t find it
You ain’t the only one that’s been cryin’
Just pull up on me (hold me)
Yeah, if you lost and you can’t find it
You the only one that’s been cryin’
Just pull up on me (hold me)
I need you to hold me
Hold me
Don’t let me go
We supposed to be fam
Hold me
Don’t let me go
We supposed to be fam
Hold me
Don’t let me go
We supposed to be fam
Hold me
Don’t let me go
Quavo – Disciples Lyrics, Letra
Disciples Letras, Lyrics:
This year, I can’t play with y’all niggas, I’m just sayin’ (nah)
I just had my heart froze and now I close my hand (close)
I ain’t got nothin’ to give, niggas out here playin’ (playin’)
I know it’s been some years, but now I’m takin’ xans (pop it, pop it)
All tears for my mans (tears)
Wipe my eyes, then start layin’ (wipe it)
Don’t be talkin’, somebody watchin’ (shh)
Get off the phone, somebody clockin’ what we doin’
Somebody hop in the whip, let’s slide (skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t no demon, we disciples (‘ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle, had to roll up in some bible paper (yeah, brr)
That’s my bitch, I told her: Suck it later (call you back, call you back)
We got some shit we got to handle, baby (handle that, handle that)
If you ain’t his unc’, I don’t expect you to say shit (fuck you, fuck you, nigga)
I’ma shoot my shot, if I get my chance, I take it (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ain’t no muslim, I need all the bacon (I need all the cash)
I’ma trap right here, till the block gets vacant (uh, uh, the blue)
Now it turned into survival (survive)
I don’t trust nothin’ but my family and my rifle (nothin’)
I ain’t payin’ attention to nobody but my rivals (nope)
I ain’t know I had that many bosses in my iPhone (brr, brr)
Huh, huh, please don’t tell on me, no way, holmes (no way)
Huh, huh, I’ma always find you a way home (swear)
I got a big old bag, I gotta keep a bag of that dog shit
Dirty money, wash my hands with dirty money and wash it clean
Everybody know I’m gon’ ignite, the way them birds sing (brr)
Preachin’ nothin’ violence, with my gun huncho luther king (woo)
What you wanna be, you wanna be a gangster or a chief?
Long as I live and I breathe, you can’t take my seat (huncho)
This year, I can’t play with y’all niggas, I’m just sayin’ (nah)
I just had my heart froze and now I close my hand (close)
I ain’t got nothin’ to give, niggas out here playin’ (playin’)
I know it’s been some years, but now I’m takin’ xans (pop it, pop it)
All tears for my mans (tears)
Wipe my eyes, then start layin’ (wipe it)
Don’t be talkin’, somebody watchin’ (shh)
Get off the phone, somebody clockin’ what we doin’
Somebody hop in the whip, let’s slide (skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t no demon, we disciples (‘ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle, had to roll up in some bible paper (yeah, brr)
That’s my bitch, I told her: Suck it later (call you back, call you back)
We got some shit we got to handle, baby (yeah)
(M-m-m-murda) hello?
Yo, what’s up?
Man, I don’t even feel like talkin’ right now, man
I don’t like talkin’ ‘bout that shit on the phone
I got the shiesty over my head (Shiesty)
With a strap in the hand, I’m sprayin’ (Brr)
When I come outside, ain’t playin’ (Uh-uh)
In the parkin’ lot, somebody layin’ (Shh)
Bend off like, yeah, tip-toein’
You need somebody, somebody payin’ (Yeah)
Modern warfare, jump out a Lamb’ (Jump)
Young nigga ‘bout to get in some-
What you talkin’ ‘bout?
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga (Stain)
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga
Stain (Su)
Stain, stain (Yeah)
Stain, stain (Uh)
I’m tryna get me some stain (Brr)
I’m tryna get me some stain (Quavo)
I’m havin’ stain in the game, I’m so comfortable (Stain)
Still’ll spin on your block, like a carnival (Stain)
All red, I see red, like incredible (Stain)
I got stain on my niggas, available (Stain)
Money bag, but I’m not goin’ federal (Stain)
Eat a shroom and it feel like an edible (Stain)
All that lil’ bullshit is irrelevant (Stain)
‘Bout my dawg, we never gon’ settle it (Never)
Huncho havin’ more stain, like the president (Stain)
Trappin’ out of a public resident (Su)
Now the stain in my diamond necklace
Get a stain from Wafi and Elliott (Ice)
Walk ‘em down, gotta walk like pedestrian (Walk)
Twin straps on me now, like a lesbian (Baow)
They said I need me a therapist (Huh?)
‘Cause my Hun’ V bulletproof, Batman (Stain)
You can shoot, better look like a stat man (Brr)
Hop out, pullin’ off stat packs (Skrrt)
I’m in the spot, where the racks at? (Racks at)
I got a stain, like Affleck (Stain)
Fuck some insurance, I don’t need that (Stain)
Neck on burned, can’t beat that (Stain)
You got some stain where you sleep at (Stain)
I left some stain on your bitch back (Stain, let’s get it)
I got the shiesty over my head (Shiesty)
With a strap in the hand, I’m sprayin’ (Brr)
When I come outside, ain’t playin’ (Uh-uh)
In the parkin’ lot, somebody layin’ (Shh)
Bend off like, yeah, tip-toein’
You need somebody, somebody payin’ (Yeah)
Modern warfare, jump out a Lamb’ (Jump)
Young nigga ‘bout to get in some-
Huh, huh, double that [?], then I spend
Cut up the block with a Glock, what the fuck is you sayin’?
I get to sprayin’ my twin
Keisha ain’t screamin’, I ain’t sayin’ no name
I got more bounce than a [?]
Nigga, seen more jets than you’ve seen planes (Yes)
I walked down with forty, nigga (Walked down)
Here to tear out homie’s brain
It’s hard to pack this on opp block
They said ‘Drill workin’ on his ass
Brr, brr, shit be trippin’
Brr, brr, let out the switchie
All them niggas gon’ die if they play with the ‘Drill
Fuck around me on a bookie
Huncho, walk out here ‘fore I give his life to a turn, the Draco fully (Huncho)
I put a lego inside they stick, hop out, Maybach, let it ride
LV bag, walked in with fifty, get you killed for real life, damn
Niggas want me dead, DP the whip, niggas’ll die tryin’
The young crew want the stand, I don’t give two fucks, walk ‘em and do the time (Yeah, BabyDrill)
Show these young niggas how this shit really go
Show you gory, like boy, I’m a billy goat
I’m gettin’ topped in the back of the Bentley
Be turnin’ this bitch ‘cause I can’t even fit it on me (Preach)
Only layin’ up I do is fed roll
Sheesh, youngin’ out chasin’ me, Hunxho
I send the beat, know you funny, go plant though
I don’t run this shit down, I’ll punch though
I can do R&B, I’ve been locked in makin’ my artist shit (Ho’, yeah)
I done got in my bag for less than a hundred
It’s single Carter on me (Oh, yeah)
Me and this chopstick hold hands
You can get chopped down with your man
Heard it on worse shit, tryna murk shit
Spin your opp block in the back of the V
Quavo – Turn Yo Clic Up feat. Future ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Turn Yo Clic Up feat. Future ( Lyrics Lyrics)
I love you atake
He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea)
I can not speak, we keepin’ it street (we keepin’ it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon’ get beat (you still gon’ get beat)
How much it cost, it never been cheap (it never been)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (go)
Yeah, my dawg get low on his pockets, I’m pickin’ em’ up (soo)
We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin’ it up
Yeah, my bitch tell me: Pay for the pussy
I take her ass shoppin’ and tell her: Shut up (ssh)
Standin’ on business
Standin’ on bitches ain’t nothin’ to part that shit up (swoo)
It ain’t nothin’ to turn a bitch up
It ain’t nothin’ to turn your clique up (ain’t nothin’)
Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds, we bust (yeah)
Look at the people we touched, shit, I’m feelin’ like puffy and ross (yeah)
I’m sendin’ this shit like a toilet, lil nigga, so nasty, I never been flushed (ugh, nasty, go)
Bulletproof brabusit came with a kit on it (kit, skrr, skrr)
The switch it too light, it kick, it got spit on it (kick, frr, grrah, frr)
Hundreds of bands, I put that lil’ shit on ‘em (shit, hee, ooh, hee)
Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin’ (flip it, flip, go, it’s gone)
He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea)
I can not speak, we keepin’ it street (we keepin’ it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon’ get beat (you still gon’ get beat)
How much it cost, it never been cheap (it never been)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Big dawg status, bill hopper
I ball in his mall for my brothers
Goyard bag, tote the corduroy
I got it out the field, fuck russell
Goin’ as laurie, I bought the patek, been goin’ as jordan as des’
Phillipe water, tryna drown a bitch, it’s a happy trigger on a bitch
Shit, I’m thinkin’ I could’ve been a pimp
Shit, I’m cookin’ up dope like a dealer
Shit, I come from zone 6 these niggas trippin’
Shit, I’m floatin’, I’m higher than a blimp
Shit, it look like I swimmin’ the glass
Shit, I turn up my bitch, ‘cause she bad
Shit, I’m makin’ her ex nigga mad
Shit, they go for the bag I’ma smash
Real nigga let her securin’ the bag
Pipin’ the bitch and then act like I care
Turn up with shooters with switches go bad
Stay with some scammers, my dawg movin’ packs
Trappin’, no rapping, my dawg, he fall off, no cap, I’m buyin’ him a brick
Fuck on your bitch then I told her to call off, actually, I’m makin’ her quit
Painkiller, got my lil’ demons on go, they ready, hit with the stick
Painkillers, got my lil’ bitch on go, she ready to eat up the dick
My main hitters, call up the gang members, they was already on a lick
Hangin’ with migos, all these drugs and guns, think we mexican
Freeband
He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea)
I can not speak, we keepin’ it street (we keepin’ it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon’ get beat (you still gon’ get beat)
How much it cost, it never been cheap (it never been)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
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Quavo – Wall to Wall ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Wall to Wall ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Intro
Welcome to club Rocket Power
Where every night is baked potato loaded
This shit wall to wall, man
And every bitch in here
Oh yeah, she can be bought
Cash
Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Woo)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Go, know what I’m sayin’?)
Verse 1
Fuckin’ this bitch in this bitch, wall to wall (Wall)
Bitches keep lookin’, she finna get bought
Hoardin’ these racks, gotta get this shit off (Racks)
Pop me a pill, tryna shake this shit off (Pop it)
Big Super Bowl, better catch the kickoff (Woo)
Tore her jaw off when she sucked thе dick off (Grr)
Ooh, when I catch ‘em, I bet I gеt off
I do it big, do this shit for Takeoff (Take’)
Dance on my wrist, you can keep the TikTok (Dance)
Hit me a lick, when I drop, bet I pop (Pop)
Hustlin’ bitch, bet I keep me a job (Hustle)
Baked potato and it’s loaded with dogs (Geeked)
Bulletproof kit with the TV and all (Grrt)
Swear I’m not jackin’ these niggas at all (Swear)
I’m on a yacht, it’s just me and some broads (Yacht)
How the fuck you think a nigga get robbed? (Huh?)
Swear to God, nigga, I’m keepin’ my card
Ain’t nothin’ sweet and ain’t tryin’ to be hard
I packed out the session, I swear, you should’ve saw (Swear)
Put on my boots, like I’m steppin’ in yards (Uh)
This a new watch, it’s the plain Richard (Ah)
Rocks on my ear, baby, goin’ retarded (Rocks)
Fuck on a bitch, nigga, no remorse (God)
Lil’ baby need a voice
Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, go, ooh)
Post-Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch she can be bought (Woo, woo, woo)
Wall to wall
Verse 2
My niggas in this bitch, it’s wall to wall and I can’t even breathe (Uh)
You know this offense, baby, you can’t have no D when you playin’ with me (Quit playin’)
Boy, get your bitch, ‘cause she ended up puttin’ on me, that’s her fantasy (Woo)
Walk in this bitch, get to talkin’ that shit, when I get out the state, they be payin’ me (Yeah)
Wall to wall, this shit thick, can’t post no pic’, ‘cause the shit too lit (I’m tellin’ you)
Shorty just stood on the table, just broke that shit, that bitch too thick (Know what I’m sayin’?)
Finally rich with the gang, not from New York, we was servin’ them Knicks (On God)
Come to my city, we geeked off a Percocet and a G6 (Woo)
Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, go, ooh)
Outro
And when you leave this club Rocket Power
Make sure you come back now
Wipe off all your sweat
And make sure you got that check
Long live the Rocket, baby
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Quavo – Where Can I Start ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Where Can I Start ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Intro
Real quick brother, good to see you
Long live the Rocket, long live the Rocket
How’d y’all— How’d y’all pull it together? (Long— Long live the Rocket)
How did we pull it together? Rocket Power (Yeah?)
Yeah, Rocket Power pulled it together
What does it mean to be out here together again?
Rocket Power (Rocket Power)
Yeah, yeah
Chorus
Like, damn, where can I start? (Like, damn)
Like, damn, where can I start? (Like, damn)
Wake up and get to the guap
I’m tryna clean up the block like a mop (Clean)
I’m on the phone, can’t wait ‘til we drop (Brr)
I’m goin’ hard, Migo at the top (Migo)
Get these bitches off my cock
Ain’t nothin’ but two and that four in the cup
Lookin’ like, damn, lookin’ like, damn
Lookin’ like, damn, where can I start? (Start)
Swim in that water, we see sharks (Swim)
When we crash, it’s not a car (Skrrt)
Young rich nigga with a broke heart (Broke)
Count eight figures in the dark (Cash)
That’s my nigga on them narcs (Woo)
High as a galaxy, we on Mars
Verse
Patek my plain, ain’t have it back in the day but shit, where can I start? (Damn)
I was at 5:30 on the Northside, nigga, at mama house on the porch (Mama)
I’ma just roll one for my boy (Woo), shit, yeah, light my torch (Light it)
And I never go back and forth (No), and I promise that I’ll get it by force (On God)
Remember the all white Forces (White)
Now we in all white horses (White)
We used to hit licks in Jordans (Lick)
We was takin’ it, we can’t afford it (Take it)
We made the North important (North)
Ride high, bus like Forgis (Skrrt)
This is the Migo origin (Quavo)
Just listen to the Huncho story
Shit (Shit), they call me unc’ (Why?)
They call me unc’ ‘cause my money so old (Off)
We been down the same road, droppin’ gems
The young nigga pick up them stones (Stones)
We used to go twenty-four all gold
And now we go pavé in Vogue
I’ma need all new honeycombs (Ice, ice)
I’ma need all new honeycombs
Chorus
Like, damn, where can I start? (Like, damn)
Like, damn, where can I start? (Like, damn)
Wake up and get to the guap
I’m tryna clean up the block like a mop (Clean)
I’m on the phone, can’t wait ‘til we drop (Brr)
I’m goin’ hard, Migo at the top (Migo)
Get these bitches off my cock
Ain’t nothin’ but two and that four in the cup
Lookin’ like, damn, lookin’ like, damn
Lookin’ like, damn, where can I start? (Start)
Swim in that water, we see sharks
When we crash, it’s not a car
Young rich nigga with a broke heart (Broke)
Count eight figures in the dark
That’s my nigga on them narcs
High as a galaxy, we on Mars
Outro
Where can I start? Yeah
Where can I start?
Where can I start? Yeah
Like, where can I start?
Where can I start? Yeah
Damn
Where can I start? Yeah
God damn, damn
Where can I start?
Where can I start?
Like, damn, where can I start?
Like, damn
Long live the rightful, yeah
Quavo – Fueled Up ( Lyrics ) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Fueled Up ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Chorus
I’m goin’ back to my moves, I’m goin’ back to my old ways
I’m goin’ back to my lifestyle, pullin’ up back to the Nawf Qua’ (Ooh)
Never go back to my old bae (No)
Nigga, I gotta go up for Take’
So you know that I’m outside, workin’ one
You know that we earned them one
Nigga, we came from none, know that we servin’, son
Off this good drank, you know that’s the purple one
Walkin’ out the bank with a hundred and some’
Post-Chorus
Narcotics on narcotics, I just took one (Yeah)
Livin’ like a rockstar but we miss one (Yeah)
My cousin jumped out the car, I had to keep goin’ (Ooh)
Now he tellin’ the whole world that we ain’t blood (Ooh)
Nigga, it’s all love, yeah, it’s all love (Yeah)
I guess we got to be together in this small world (Yeah)
Nigga, it’s all love, yeah, it’s all love (Love)
Rocket power, I’ma up this shit, let’s keep it goin’
Verse
Valet the car and I’m keepin’ it crunk (Skrrt)
I am a star and these bitches be struck
Fire on me now and I’m keepin’ it tucked (Grrah)
All I can think about is my lil’ bruh (Damn)
Ridin’ around in my bulletproof truck
Be safe and stay dangerous, that is a must
Lean on my stick like I’m usin’ a crutch (Baow)
Jealousy, envy, just watch who you trust (Trust)
To infinity, I got businesses (Woo)
I got mansions and amenities
Take advantage, won’t get into me (Nah)
You can plan it, not offendin’ me
He’s a fan, not an enemy (Woo)
On the planet with the remedy
Fuck who started, I’ma finish it (Finish)
I’ma pack out the booth like it’s Spirit (Go)
Pack out the-pack out the-pack out the booth like it’s Spirit
Four pockets full like I got on Amiris (Woo)
QC the label, been loaded for years
Huncho the man, the man of the year
We put the A on the map, for real (Woo)
Young rich nigga done made careers (Careers)
Iron sharpen iron, nigga, we playin’, so young nigga, swallow your pills (Yeah)
Been reppin’ the same team like LeBron, it’s time to redo my deal
Way before, way before I lost my brother, it been time to kill
Can’t nobody, nobody take this pressure we applyin’ here (No)
Put it all, put it all on the floor and dresser, nigga, it’s all real
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Patty Cake
Quavo & Takeoff
Mama Told Me
Quavo
Who Wit Me
Quavo
Chorus
I’m goin’ back to my moves (Yeah), I’m goin’ back to my old ways
I’m goin’ back to my lifestyle, pullin’ up back to the Nawf Qua’ (Ooh, Nawf)
Never go back to my old bae (No, never)
Nigga, I gotta go up for Take’ (Yeah)
So you know that I’m outside workin’ one
You know that we earned them one (Earned it, yeah)
Nigga, we came from none, know that we servin’, son (Servin’, yeah)
Off this good drank, you know that’s the purple one (Oh)
Walkin’ out the bank with a hundred and some’ (Hundred and some’)
Outro: Takeoff
Do this shit for the fam’, ‘cause this shit bigger than me
Do this shit for the fam’, ‘cause this shit bigger than me
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Intro: Takeoff
These niggas lightweight and we heavyweight
RolI me a blunt, sit back and meditate
Been a long time, but it’s time to celebrate
Chorus: Takeoff
I put that white Cartier on my wrist, but just know Black Lives Matter (Black Lives)
She told me when she get hit from the back, she noticed her ass get fatter (Hit it)
Came from the bottom, not talkin’ the grass, I came from the dirt and the gravel (Dirt)
Pull up, hop out with a stallion (Hop out), she got a Chrome Heart saddle (Chrome)
I madе a M today, thank God, it’s time to celebratе (Thank God)
I’m talkin’ a heavyweight, can’t fuck with niggas, they featherweight
She keep tryna play Patty Cake, I told the ho, “Look at my Patek face” (Look at my Patek face)
Niggas don’t get no handshake, get hot shells fuckin’ with the gang, okay
Verse 1: Quavo & Takeoff
Patty Cake like it’s third grade
I went and bulletproofed the Escalade (Skrrt)
Mask on me like a masquerade
I shoot him like a Clipper, fuck a fade (Baow)
Me and Take pop out like a date (Take)
‘Cause we go together anyway
Unc’ and ‘phew stickin’ like glue (’Phew)
It’s some dogs runnin’ on the loose (Ruff)
Niggas sweet, Sugar Shane
No, I won’t tell another nigga name (Hey, Take)
Who is buddy? What his name? (Huh?)
No, he not part of the gang (Nah)
My young niggas out catchin’ stains (Stains)
And no, we not leavin’ no stain (No)
Quavo like Steph’ with the three (Splash)
Huncho like Dirk in the paint (Dirk)
Verse 2: Takeoff
You feel like dirt in the paint? Nah
I fill the cup up with drank (Drank)
Put this shit down, I can’t
Maybe one day, but today not the day (No)
We got pounds to break
Backend comin’ in all kind of ways (Cash)
I’ma stack it up then throw it in a safe (Throw it)
Can’t dismiss, can’t get my cake (No)
Chorus: Takeoff
I put that white Cartier on my wrist, but just know Black Lives Matter (Black Lives)
She told me when she get hit from the back, she noticed her ass get fatter (Hit it)
Came from the bottom, not talkin’ the grass, I came from the dirt and the gravel (Dirt)
Pull up, hop out with a stallion (Hop out), she got a Chrome Heart saddle (Chrome)
I made a M today, thank God, it’s time to celebrate (Thank God)
I’m talkin’ a heavyweight, can’t fuck with niggas, they featherweight
She keep tryna play Patty Cake, I told the ho, “Look at my Patek face” (Look at my Patek face)
Niggas don’t get no handshake, get hot shells fuckin’ with the gang, okay
Outro: Takeoff
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