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Quality Control, Lil Baby - Sides (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Composer
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mattazik Muzik
Mattazik Muzik
Recording Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer

Lyrics

Cook that shit up Quay Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah I'm 'bout to lift off Always with the guys, never picking sides New crib big as fuck, you should see inside Four car garage, you can pick a ride Everything I say facts, these niggas tellin' lies I been heatin' up, I'm 'bout to lift off I been heatin' up, I'm 'bout to lift off In the studio all day, I turn my flip off YSL jean jacket, I be dripped out Mama couldn't pay the rent so we got kicked out Now her living room plush, I pay the rent now Got a million in my bank account, I'm lit now Redbone from overseas getting dick now I put VVS on my teeth, I put VVS on my bitch I put VVS on my kids, niggas can't do the shit that I did Signed for a two million dollar deal, I put a half a mil on my crib Man this trap shit really real, I ain't been rapping for a year My lil niggas in the cut throwing gang signs I been running with the guys, I got mob ties Keep my shooters in the house, they don't come outside Ain't sleepin' 'til we eatin', ain't letting shit slide Always with the guys, never picking sides New crib big as fuck, you should see inside Four car garage, you can pick a ride Everything I say facts, these niggas tellin' lies I been heatin' up, I'm 'bout to lift off I been heatin' up, I'm 'bout to lift off In the studio all day, I turn my flip off YSL jean jacket, I be dripped out I was just sittin' in the prison but I'm rich now Thinking 'bout the time I wasted, I bust my wrist down Seven-figure young nigga no more licks now But if he sweet I want it all, I make him get down My sisters ain't gotta worry, my niggas ain't gotta learn My system filled up with syrup, I'ma keep poppin' these percs Told my label I quit trappin', hope they know that was a joke Told my plug I'm never quitting, he can bring another load I put Fear of God on my jacket, put Givenchy on my coat Every now and then I still fuck a rachet, it's just somethin' 'bout her throat I'm a god in my hood, give them young niggas hope Put a mil up in case I ain't never goin' broke Always with the guys, never picking sides New crib big as fuck, you should see inside Four car garage, you can pick a ride Everything I say facts, these niggas tellin' lies I been heatin' up, I'm 'bout to lift off I been heatin' up, I'm 'bout to lift off In the studio all day, I turn my flip off YSL jean jacket, I be dripped out
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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