Listen to Galaxy by Quavo

Galaxy

Quavo

Hip-Hop/Rap

16,897 Shazams

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Lustig
Alex Lustig
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Jerel Nance
Jerel Nance
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Alex Lustig
Alex Lustig
Producer
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know who You know, you know who You know, you know who You know, you know who You know, you know who You know, you know who You know, you know who You know, you know who This the feelin' when I get when I cop the Mercedes and I wanna splurge on my lady Hundred racks and I got it all cash and I came out the trap, and they look at me crazy I'm drippin' like I'm finna go to the Met' I hit it and she stole my gallery sweats In the Maybach, she giving me neck Get out the car, she lookin' a mess (mess) Look at me, I am the catch I ask a bitch if she said yes (yes) We 20 deep on the island, missing my blood, my dog, my flesh (flesh) Workin' my one, just vibin', never let the next man know what's next (no) Backend come to my nest, lil' bad bitch wanna be a part of my flex (flex) And she know how to handle when stars in the buildin' And she fuck with the galaxy, stars in the ceiling When I was broke, I was looking like millions That's the feelin' you get when you pull up and kill 'em Came from the bando, baby, now I'm backstage Rehearsing, pregame, baby, call it foreplay And you better put that shit on 'cause we 'bout to show your face I let you ride my wave, but you gotta love my campaign Poppin' what she take Hope this night be great Tell 'em it's okay We won't wear no shades I wanna see everything, baby, yes, I do wanna see everything Hit that shit one time now she fan on my dick like a fanpage She take notes, she don't cry, everything she do is fire Hair so long down to her thigh Heard she grouped out, that's a lie And she know how to handle when stars in the buildin' And she fuck with the galaxy, stars in the ceiling When I was broke, I was looking like millions That's the feeling you get when you pull up and kill 'em When you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Oh, when you killin' 'em Love on me, love on me Love on me, love on me, baby Love on me, love on me Love on me, love on me, baby
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Jerel Nance, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Alexander Lustig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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