Quincy, DC Young Fly - What You Rappin’ For lyrics
[Quincy, DC Young Fly - What You Rappin’ For lyrics]
My life is changing so fast
Ain't tryna slow it down
"I like it fast" that's what she said
So another round
Of shots for the ladies
Who drive truck, Mercedes
I'm talking paparazzi flashes like
That girl with Jay-Z
I know you heard of her, queen shit
I don't think she a blood but she
Always quick to rep that "B" shit
By the way, I love free shit
But nothing in life is free
Not even free shit
Anyway
I'm in Miami, man, I'm prolly in the shade
Since my hair is long as
Shit I'm prolly gettin' braids
And since I'm in Miami, man
You know I'm gettin' paid
And since I'm in Miami
Might as well go and get laid
Hah, that's confidential
And if you lackin' confidence in life, boy
That's a issue
It's not that I shit on you
On purpose like some tissue
But I just got the train tunnel vision
Where's my whistle
Anyway
All you know is what you
See up on the 'gram
Uh
And all I want for you to do
Is see me who I am
Uh
And all you ever do is
Complain 'bout your man
But
One thing that I know is that
You know that I'm the man
Ma
Yeah, and since you understand that
I'ma send an innuendo over so tell
Your man he could stand back
Yeah
You welcome for the handback
You never met a poppin ass nigga
Who stay grinding like sandbags
God damn, Quincy!
Shit
I ain't know you were a rapper like that
Ugly ass
But, God, that was fire
First of all
You too lightskin to be rappin' like that
And-and I heard you was talkin' 'bout you
Was about to braid your hair
Why?
You got good hair, nigga
I hate when mothafuckas got good hair
And then they wanna dread they shit
That shit won't stay
'cause your hair is perfect boo
Like, why cop a Bugatti when I
Can drive one of the homies?
Then I can speed right
By the haters, fronters
And the phonies
And if I only met you that does
Not mean that you know me
And just 'cause you took a picture with me
Doesn't mean we homies
But that ain't shade to nobody specific
In LA with the Jag, back home you got a Civic
Come on, what you lyin' for?
Those people that's with me
People I'd die for
Don't turn the volume down yet
'cause I ain't finished
Actually, I'm done
No wait, I'm kidding
I'm winning and I got the ring, I won that
Mr magic in the bed
She asking where my wand at
Hmm, should I show her where my wand at?
Nah, I'ma keep her wondering
All the girls want that
Yeah, they only want that
Feinding for my love more than crap
God dammit, Quincy
Didn't I tell your ass to shut the fuck up?
Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?
Shit
Your ass already rich
Fuck you rappin' for? You rich
Nigga your your
I thought Quincy Jones was your daddy
But he's your god daddy
And I found out Al B
Sure!'s your real damn daddy
And your stepdaddy's P Diddy
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, P Diddy
The nigga got nine names
The nigga got Sean, Sean John, P
Diddy, Puff Daddy, Daddy Diddy
Combs
I I I overhead the nigga tell a nigga his
Name was Deandre the other day
I said, "God dammit
Even niggas with money be lyin'"
Shit
You know what?
I need to be a part of your family nigga
Please, adopt me
Fuck you mean?
Ain't tryna slow it down
"I like it fast" that's what she said
So another round
Of shots for the ladies
Who drive truck, Mercedes
I'm talking paparazzi flashes like
That girl with Jay-Z
I know you heard of her, queen shit
I don't think she a blood but she
Always quick to rep that "B" shit
By the way, I love free shit
But nothing in life is free
Not even free shit
Anyway
I'm in Miami, man, I'm prolly in the shade
Since my hair is long as
Shit I'm prolly gettin' braids
And since I'm in Miami, man
You know I'm gettin' paid
And since I'm in Miami
Might as well go and get laid
Hah, that's confidential
And if you lackin' confidence in life, boy
That's a issue
It's not that I shit on you
On purpose like some tissue
But I just got the train tunnel vision
Where's my whistle
Anyway
All you know is what you
See up on the 'gram
Uh
And all I want for you to do
Is see me who I am
Uh
And all you ever do is
Complain 'bout your man
But
One thing that I know is that
You know that I'm the man
Ma
Yeah, and since you understand that
I'ma send an innuendo over so tell
Your man he could stand back
Yeah
You welcome for the handback
You never met a poppin ass nigga
Who stay grinding like sandbags
God damn, Quincy!
Shit
I ain't know you were a rapper like that
Ugly ass
But, God, that was fire
First of all
You too lightskin to be rappin' like that
And-and I heard you was talkin' 'bout you
Was about to braid your hair
Why?
You got good hair, nigga
I hate when mothafuckas got good hair
And then they wanna dread they shit
That shit won't stay
'cause your hair is perfect boo
Like, why cop a Bugatti when I
Can drive one of the homies?
Then I can speed right
By the haters, fronters
And the phonies
And if I only met you that does
Not mean that you know me
And just 'cause you took a picture with me
Doesn't mean we homies
But that ain't shade to nobody specific
In LA with the Jag, back home you got a Civic
Come on, what you lyin' for?
Those people that's with me
People I'd die for
Don't turn the volume down yet
'cause I ain't finished
Actually, I'm done
No wait, I'm kidding
I'm winning and I got the ring, I won that
Mr magic in the bed
She asking where my wand at
Hmm, should I show her where my wand at?
Nah, I'ma keep her wondering
All the girls want that
Yeah, they only want that
Feinding for my love more than crap
God dammit, Quincy
Didn't I tell your ass to shut the fuck up?
Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?
Shit
Your ass already rich
Fuck you rappin' for? You rich
Nigga your your
I thought Quincy Jones was your daddy
But he's your god daddy
And I found out Al B
Sure!'s your real damn daddy
And your stepdaddy's P Diddy
Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, P Diddy
The nigga got nine names
The nigga got Sean, Sean John, P
Diddy, Puff Daddy, Daddy Diddy
Combs
I I I overhead the nigga tell a nigga his
Name was Deandre the other day
I said, "God dammit
Even niggas with money be lyin'"
Shit
You know what?
I need to be a part of your family nigga
Please, adopt me
Fuck you mean?