Quality Control Music - Space Cadet lyrics

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Quality Control Music - Space Cadet lyrics

[Intro] Cook that sh** up Quay [Chorus] Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah Diamonds lit, no chandelier Poppin’ sh** just like a pill Shawty bad, she dressed to k** Space cadet n***a, floatin’ every time I walk in Hundred thousand n***a, stuffed in these Balmains Young n***a having pull just like a drawstring All gas, no brake, b**h I’m in all lanes [Verse 1] Pull up in somethin’ that’s foreign, these b**hes weren’t ready Pop me a Addy and take off like I’m in Andretti I want them pesos, dineros, and I want that fetty Pop out and I just surprise a b**h like confetti A foreign b**h, she shippin’ sh** that is illegal Sent her to school just to be my paralegal Me and Quay tight like a f**ing keyhole (that’s my dawg, yeah) Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures [Chorus] Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah Diamonds lit, no chandelier Poppin’ sh** just like a pill Shawty bad, she dressed to k** Space cadet n***a, floatin’ every time I walk in Hundred thousand n***a, stuffed in these Balmains Young n***a having pull just like a drawstring All gas, no brake, b**h I’m in all lanes [Verse 2] f** up the scenery, k**in’ the industry, n***as they envy me b**hes, they diggin’ me, know I’m a specialty, I got the recipe Cook it up in your face like I’m Betty C I leave the States and they knowin’ my melody k**in’ sh**, don’t give a f** about sympathy These b**hes dogs, I’m feeding them pedigree I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies I had the raw, had to scale, this the better me Money keep flowing like I’m in the Medellin She made that dick disappear like Bermuda All of my bad b**hes they be some cuckoos f**in’ your mama, she teach me, she tutor I had to work my move, had to maneuver Diamonds by Elliante, b**h it’s scuba, don’t let if fool you [Chorus] Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah Diamonds lit, no chandelier Poppin’ sh** just like a pill Shawty bad, she dressed to k** Space cadet n***a, floatin’ every time I walk in Hundred thousand n***a, stuffed in these Balmains Young n***a having pull just like a drawstring All gas, no brake, b**h I’m in all lanes Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah Diamonds lit, no chandelier Poppin’ sh** just like a pill Shawty bad, she dressed to k**

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