Quinn XCII - Part Deaux lyrics
[Quinn XCII - Part Deaux lyrics]
Yo, I'm confused by your question
Probably think that I'm faded
Beats the hell outta me when yo
Mama say that we dated
Shit got me signing the records
From Minnesota to Vegas
All the Midwest been vibin'
Just wishin' hold up we'll play this
And I hate the way that
You do that right there
Bust out with the old school, like, yeah
You claim the game is all yours
But I got that soul, like, right here
And I got CP at point guard, got Mello
He ballin' dealin' with groupies or old
Girls yellin' and callin' 1950s, a break up
Lovers and lose your makeup fallin' rapidly
Alarmin' all them bodies that wake up
Shit, mascara I think is a darker subject
No hello, so I say my peace
Like some good fellas runnin', diNero
Faster out that situation
No time for past relations
I see them dancin' and jerkin'
No time for masturbations
Hate the way that you turn my shit down
Told you, hater, we we here now
Hold up, waiter
Bring some bottles of that OVO here now
1970 smokin', managin' hearts that broken
Reparin' women who had arrangements
With doctors that open
Up they bodies and decide
To tighten they feelings
Just 'cause she wanna marry
I suggest you heighten the ceiling
I'm bustin' out this
Motherfucker like Superman
All you do is bitch and complain
Puffin' on hookah sand
She be recognizin' I'm, calm and collected
We slow and harder and this master this rhyme
In times of the essence, you blow it
Sunny day demeanor, Lamborghini swerve
Gettin' funny when you seen us so confident
To nervous in the audience I'm describin'
Not females that I'm rappin' 'bout
We vibin'
Them drama scenes that we actin' out
Now when I say drama
Pretend like Old English laddies
No disrespect to your mama
But she be clubbin' like caddies
Get off topic with my subjects
How 'bout we break down essentials?
Could you please step for a minute
While we just break down credentials?
It goes like hella sure stuntin'
We got the dreads and scam
Wanted more than the average person
So that heads would spin
Pardon my fear that the future's not
As dope as it should be
Wish rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller
I would be
Rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller
I would be
Rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller
I would be
Probably think that I'm faded
Beats the hell outta me when yo
Mama say that we dated
Shit got me signing the records
From Minnesota to Vegas
All the Midwest been vibin'
Just wishin' hold up we'll play this
And I hate the way that
You do that right there
Bust out with the old school, like, yeah
You claim the game is all yours
But I got that soul, like, right here
And I got CP at point guard, got Mello
He ballin' dealin' with groupies or old
Girls yellin' and callin' 1950s, a break up
Lovers and lose your makeup fallin' rapidly
Alarmin' all them bodies that wake up
Shit, mascara I think is a darker subject
No hello, so I say my peace
Like some good fellas runnin', diNero
Faster out that situation
No time for past relations
I see them dancin' and jerkin'
No time for masturbations
Hate the way that you turn my shit down
Told you, hater, we we here now
Hold up, waiter
Bring some bottles of that OVO here now
1970 smokin', managin' hearts that broken
Reparin' women who had arrangements
With doctors that open
Up they bodies and decide
To tighten they feelings
Just 'cause she wanna marry
I suggest you heighten the ceiling
I'm bustin' out this
Motherfucker like Superman
All you do is bitch and complain
Puffin' on hookah sand
She be recognizin' I'm, calm and collected
We slow and harder and this master this rhyme
In times of the essence, you blow it
Sunny day demeanor, Lamborghini swerve
Gettin' funny when you seen us so confident
To nervous in the audience I'm describin'
Not females that I'm rappin' 'bout
We vibin'
Them drama scenes that we actin' out
Now when I say drama
Pretend like Old English laddies
No disrespect to your mama
But she be clubbin' like caddies
Get off topic with my subjects
How 'bout we break down essentials?
Could you please step for a minute
While we just break down credentials?
It goes like hella sure stuntin'
We got the dreads and scam
Wanted more than the average person
So that heads would spin
Pardon my fear that the future's not
As dope as it should be
Wish rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller
I would be
Rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller
I would be
Rap was back in the 50s, damn, a baller
I would be