Lyrics:
and analysts
Come through drippin', I'ma set it off (drip)
Game out the gate, you can bet it off (game)
Quarterback got range if you block em' off (range)
we baking
I fell in love with the faces
Quarterback Migos, Troy Aikman
Screaming out mama we made it
Young nigga came from the bottom
Young nigga go
up the critics and analysts
Come through drippin', imma set it off (drip)
Game out the gate, you can bet it off (game)
Quarterback got range if you
Reihe, wer ist Quarterback?
Die Miete nicht gezahlt und nicht eingekauft (yeah)
Krieg mit Vater Staat, aber scheiß' mal drauf
Kein' Respekt vor den
shoulders shake shiver
Hit You from the back quarterback Center
Hit a white bitch what she yell Nigga
I just came to get the top treat a bitch
Like a mop
to bring him back
Yeah I call all the plays, I'm the quarterback
Baby seen a nigga winnin' now she's runnin' back
Aye Siete, call the plug, I need to double
a quarterback
Aye yea
Make real plays like a quarterback
Yea
Aye yea
Make real plays like a quarterback you the type of bitch want your quarter back
I was
with my fate roll the dice bitch I'm just used to making plays
Quarterback bitch I'm about to run away
Quarterback bitch I'm about to win this race
UGO!
Never Lack
With my team just like a quarterback
Cannabis, I imported that
Looking back, where your shorty at
She with us lil nigga
She with us
count my wins twice and my L's are nonexistent
It's effortless winning when the lord got you winning
I run it like a Quarterback Option
Start stumbling
getting money big rewards
10 Racks money just like facts like a running back
Run it back passing all these people up like quarterbacks
Yeah dawg yeah I'm
on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna fuck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording
racks it’s time fa dat
I get da pack
It’s tima Fa dat
I got da bag on me ain’t no turning back
Run wit da racks like I was a quarterback
Plug hit my jack
pitch quarterback option
Run like the wind and I'll be in the lead blocking
I can't think about stopping
Tick tock we out here clocking
It ain't
Run it up the middle like your streaking
Quarterback back when I was sneaking
Do it for the gram you know she cheekin'
She going all wild for
Oh yea
This some muhfuckin right here
This some concentrated ooze shit right here bro
Ooze green 42 hut hut quarterback of the year im too hot
quarterbacks
Yea this shit get real they been outchea moving packs
You Feeling froggy then say sum yea
Been outchea with my dawgs we tryna shake sum yea
And I
Quarterback
Wrote the hustlas almanac
So I know the play and know they game when you ain't calling back
Girls keep you off my mind but you still in my cardiac
Hey
I just got my sega back
Tell your bitch
I just got my sega back
Running trough the city like I'm 50 I'm That quarterback
Yea she run it back...
it
So ties, had to cut em flat
Calling plays on his gang like a quarterback
Every dime imma spend, need a quarterback
But the money you spending
Heart
Heart
Like quarterback
Listening to all these old
Messages you left me
Going on and on (On)
I been up all night
Toss and turning in bed
I was
love
How you designed
Baby bad, Baby bad
She knows it
Baby bad, Baby bad
She shows it
Quarterback, Quarterback
She throws it
All of that, All of that
I
party tonight
Three point stance she dancing and shit
Quarterback sneak gotta sack that bitch
Icyyheart gone stab yo shit
It's rules to the game and its
Back
Made another big bag
Touchdown yeah I'm balling like I am a quarterback
Mayday I might crash turning going 80
La, not the hills speeding
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