Lyrics:
try
She has a reason just to pass me by
She makes me cold in the summertime
Doesn't she now
[Chorus]
Oh Katie Q
Can I be with you
I know
Hey Steve!
Hey Ed, that sounds nice, what is it?
Thank you, it's an alphabet song I'm working on
Oh great, a whole new alphabet,
I just learned
wet when I say “nice to meet you”
My way now
Can’t just wait
I’m living up only on the
Day by Day
Yo we ‘bout to fly up like "ayy"
I can’t just wait
My
the deep cut in between my thighs
You covered in blood rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
Rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
Rubbing your boobs, feeling nice
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Yeah
No Mr. Nice Guy
This is a war cry
The real just dont die
The real just dont die
Look up in my eye
You won't see sunshine
This shit is
loving me
Construct pumps mac lip gloss, Hair by kira
Wanna take a selfie us the camera for a mirror
Ask for my profession i said baby ima driller
That
Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind
Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind
In the shoes I gave you as a present
Puttin'
Rally's n got 3 for 2
Getting plugged in life that's how we do
Trap all summer first day nice shoes
Ladies lookin at em like who dat dude
It's jay Bandz I
the written or the freestyle
A nigga been wild
Get free shoes for my nigga Q now
He say, 'Wait, get anythin' that's important'
Exclusive shit, not the shit
wants in
Not by the hair
Of my chinny chin chin
Bust down watch
Turn beast like Ben 10
Feeling like Ben Tennyson
Look at my watch glistening
(Woah)
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
Rico's going crazy again
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts
Like the bleach in my hair gotta stick to my roots
And I heard she want Q he buy purses and shoes
'Cause my momma did not raise no sucker
And we can’t
to my spot and make q blu ray
Aye aye
Nico no strap knock your shoes off
No drakeos no asking we take those
Show no love feel the plastic
Fishes out
correct
And if you're really sure of yourself then place your bets
I got Q ball, stands about oh-so-tall
Nice cameo, cut, here's your beeper, make a call
Some days I'm a prick but come take a peak through my lens
Walk in my shoes for a day by the end it'll all make sense
I want more than a medal by
Illinois ain't no free lunch
I tip my hat
And take my shoes off at the welcome Matt
Music isn't selling like it use to
And it's hard to turn the tables back
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
been on my p’s and q’s
Cross t’s and dotting i’s
You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes that’s not your size
I got stripes
You can check my Nikes
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?)
We raced everyday and he'd tie up my shoes
Using the smooth sublte ways his fingers laced up all the loops
Then I started to fall on my face and saw
Catch a sneak peak of death if you ain't on ya P's and Q's
They carry banana clips and niggas'll peel you for ya shoes
It's the blues, but not on Hill
panic
Head roll back down and I open my mouth
Bad boy old school rude boy from the south
Live day by day never have no doubts
If you need loud just give
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