Wrist Thunderstorm - Quality Control, Offset, Mango

Wrist Thunderstorm - Quality Control, Offset, Mango

Альбом
Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1
Год
2017
Язык
`English`
Длительность
183970

Below is the lyrics of the song Wrist Thunderstorm , artist - Quality Control, Offset, Mango with translation

Lyrics " Wrist Thunderstorm "

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Wrist Thunderstorm

Quality Control, Offset, Mango

Wrist thunderstorm, yeah

Javi, don’t wanna see prone

I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang)

Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope)

Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)

Suicide door like I’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)

Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash)

Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey)

We fiend for the cash we get (cash)

Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)

Double my millions and flip

Double my cup when I’m pourin' a fifth (mud)

Dreams of counting a mil (dreams)

When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real)

Fiends all up in my ear (fiends)

Ask for the dope I ain’t served in years (Offset)

Fashion, bitch I’m Mike Jackson (Mike)

Patek, the diamonds do backflips (woo)

Spike, the Louboutins cactus (spike)

Fishtail the coupe with no traction (skrt)

Takin' your bitch, I kidnap shit (c'mon)

Whack shit, clap shit, tactics (whack)

Private the plane, up my status (private)

It’s only a quarter in the mattress (quarter)

Speed racing (speed)

Bentley big B from the basement (Big B)

Hide and go seek with the K (hide and seek)

Put the fire in your mouth, you can face it (fire)

Nigga quit leasing the Wraith (lease)

Filling in my teeth with the glacier (hah)

Whole forty-three on a bracelet (bracelet)

Know I’m in the streets drip naked (hah)

Survived, just look in my eyes (eyes)

V12, back seat the massage (12)

We deep the game like a try

Fuckin' your bitch in my eye (smash)

Squeeze the lemon, it’s out (squeeze)

Smellin' like pile of flowers (oh)

Taste it, now it’s devoured (ah)

Leave your ass stank like a coward (stank)

Wrist thunderstorm, yeah

Javi, don’t wanna see prone

I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang)

Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope)

Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)

Suicide door like I’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)

Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash)

Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey)

We fiend for the cash we get (cash)

Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)

Double my millions and flip

Double my cup when I’m pourin' a fifth (mud)

Dreams of counting a mil (dreams)

When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real)

Fiends all up in my ear (fiends)

Ask for the dope I ain’t served in years (Offset)

I know some niggas that’s servin' some years

Got so much ice on my neck give me chills

My bitch is so bad she don’t look like she real

You sip out the bottle, I’m poppin' the seal

We pull out in foreigns, the engine the rear

I put a whole brick of ice in my ear

Smokin' on loud, I can’t even hear

We shoot up the crowd, this shit can get serious

I work a move, I put it in plastic

I work the Uzi movin' through traffic

I got a bank account inside the mattress

We do not think it out, we gon' and smash it

Young nigga still sellin' work, trap out the church

When we hit the trap it’s bag alert

I can’t even get in the door first

Pick up the bitch with a chauffeur

Light up my wrist like the first

Diamonds water, you could surf

Groupie bitches get the curve

Killing shit, I’m on a purge

Pockets filled up like it’s Sherman

Spending more than what you earning

Wrist on Hurricane Irma

Wrist thunderstorm, yeah

Javi, don’t wanna see prone

I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang)

Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope)

Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)

Suicide door like I’m slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)

Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash)

Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey)

We fiend for the cash we get (cash)

Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)

Double my millions and flip

Double my cup when I’m pourin' a fifth (mud)

Dreams of counting a mil (dreams)

When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real)

Fiends all up in my ear (fiends)

Ask for the dope I ain’t served in years (Offset)

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