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für meinen Move bist
Ich red nur wenn es Sinn macht alles andere Silent als stopfe ich mir Q-tips
Rote Farbe an ihren lips oh
Sie benimmt sich wie

cheerfully
Don't waste another drop this is real hip hop
Like Q-Tip said just breathe and stop
And for real give it what you got
Give it what you got give it

på volumet
Desibel oppi det hode her
Tinnitus inni det øret

Kan ikkje høre det blør
Og eg skriker hæ
La meg gi deg et Q tips

La meg si deg et godt

no I won't lose it
Glock shots hit him in the ear, that ain't no Q-Tip (Nah)
Knocked him out with the right, he was so clueless
In that whip, this

listen grab a q-tip
DJ unk with a choppa make ya two step

She a bird I'm just searching for that goose neck
That's a shooting foul he got caught with 2

som sputnik
Du høre Slimo æ e i øret ditt no
Bro kalle mæ en q tips
Vi e turnt up du e burnt out
Vi pull up på byen med 7 chicks okey

En av dem e helt

over years
Broken glass
Filled by screams

Filled by screams. Shock and sadness. Numbness. Madness

Fill my ears with your blood. Remove the Q-Tip

the stairs
Fall on my big feet
Ride until my legs give
Look for someone just like me
Beat & lonely

Q-Tip hair
Humid air
Split friends
Summer sticks but summer

sweet lips
Your hips is where the sun at
We wrote the night A Tribe Called Quest
Q-tips in your ear Midnight Marauder for Auset
Ah yes, your feminine

in y'all's ears like a Q tip
Shawty eat a whole lotta dick, she a loose bitch

Only girl I fw got the butterfly tat
Only time I cuddle up, she got me

The tribe was called Quest
But damn, love, can I live
I'm the Q-tip to your ear
The tissue to your tear
The gift remains present
Cause I'm still here
They

and not come back
Get lost and not come back

My words are clear like a summers day
Maybe use a q-tip
You could learn some new 
I hope you know I didn't

ear's like im a Q-Tip
In her mouth like a toothpick
I'm a motherfuckin' nuisance
Hit that switch like it's a lamp
He can't ball he gotta cramp
I go hard

them cool fips
I just flipped up all my Q-tips and bought a cool whip
Ayy, yeah, yeah, bitch, It's Barry on eleven
Drop down with them Glocks and we

Velcro, I'm feelin' like I can't slip
I take that bottle to the face, homeboy, I can't sip
I'm tryin' to get these niggas ears like a Q-tip
I'm in my own

Yeah, Street Money, Good Money, Street Money, Good Money
And don't you, let them tell you anything different
Q-Tip Loc, remember the name,

motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will

on the white cloths on
Bed cots and blue lips on new hips, who ain't hip hop, no Q-tip, no schoolboy, now who dis
A student, a master, a art crafter small

your jewelry and necklaces and shiny rings
Bottle caps and q-tips too, she'll play with almost anything

It's Ponyo, the bird and not the fish
Genie in

to skip
My music goin be in more ears than a Q-tip
Hammer in my pants I don't keep it in a tool kit
Fuck the institution
Shoutout the constitution
I don't

Reflex so stiff-neck no Vicks in
Talking bout scraping pots
With no pot to piss in
Waxed cold get a q tip twist it and listen
Likened in his image and it's

game is a bomb then I defuse it
Whip out a q-tip wick
Because I got my family's fuse lit, quick

Its sad when I get mad, because its bad
Because I don't

shit, better get a Q-tip
Gotta clear them out so y'all can go lose it
Hear them screamin' out now, so happy I can do this
Hop back on that beat now, yeah,

like the devil or a Q-tip
She the only one who fell in love and seen Cupid

I don't fall in love, if you thought, then you're stupid
Cut yourself, cut me