Lyrics:
conversation so many times
It comes over me but it's alright
When the moment passes by
You've got your Monday paper, cup filled to the tip
That cigarette
Looks like a painting by Hieronymous Bosch
All the souls are tied up in knots
Sometimes I think I'm gonna drown
Here we are
Here we are, the two of us
the speakers
you're smothered and covered up in the sound
you stand strong as you pump your fist
I'm talkin' all that jazz
now what's my definition
Chorus:
my
kick it
Yes I can, Q your chick to my Tip
'Cause she Questing mans
East Coast to the Tre, put the Vogues on my motorbike
Hittin' wheelies lookin' like
hand up Sherry's skirt.
Sonny took his pool cue, laid the drunk out on the floor.
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar, and he walked on out the door.
that ass
Where the hoes at
Tell a hoe she can quit all the fakin
Where the hoes at
When she know she ready to get naked
Where the hoes at
CRE 25 in
sequins
And my heart beats like a machine gun
All my friends all need to party
Most of them are on the floor
Well I feel like I'm in heaven
As that boy
Luke schießen in dein Ohr, wie Q-
Tips - Ich fick' Cliquen alleine mit Messer
Endstecher, deine Bitch chillt neben
Mir mit Fächer
Akes, der Superpimp,
things, going big places
That's just what I do
Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you
we on run
This is for fun
Uh
Tip of tip I done won
Sit in the shop with sum
Drip until drop is so drunk
Smell like we walk with a skunk
Uber. Icy.
Gone... take yo two cents- melt the shit down, make a bullet, spinn it at the speed of sound through your loose lips,
All up in yo girls ear...like some
bout to go and cop q raptor truck
cnd we wilding
Taylor Port up in our body
South babies in the club we rolling deep shut down the party
Capriccio is
your spots and I have the fuse lit
Don't even bother asking me who's this
It's abstract inside your earwax call em the q-tip
Flowers while I'm living no
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
are growing, yes you know like all the woman inside of me
Despite what you do or say, and even in spite of me
Brothers, catch my eye with little
lovers of licking boots
Call me Acid I got tabs on you
Give you tips like I'm Schoolboy Q
You love wood then go and blow on my flute
You blind
Quest, shit was nice dog
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
wit you, I don't elect you
Bulletproof lectern
Green tips comin through
No rest in Pee
Q R S T
Just done wit you
Blow the L
W
Fencin wit fence-riders is
denim got a P30 in 'em
3 for 25s, I'mma kill 'em all winter
I'm the God of this shit Rakim all over
You're barely getting by 'cause your
Coke filled with
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
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
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
keep their ears clear, use a bigger Q-tip
Snubnose like, you ain't seen a nigga do shit
New bitch, head spinning in my brand new whip
Oh shit, now
Minuscule lights sparkle through the sea
Is it any wonder we sink naturally?
All we are is an attempt for discovery
Discarding the goods - quickly
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