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[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, "Damn baby, you bad," I say, "I commit murders"
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gayle
I’m me, when will these girls ever see?
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Ki-ki, ki-ki

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1]
Hard to tell if you wanna stay
Don’t need an invitation
For moves I want you to make
Coy but, boy, be sure, don’t you wait
Swear I want you the same way
Boy, I’ll give you the ring

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 2]
And they say time is the
Time is the enemy
Why waste it now?
I’ve been ready
Hope we can move onto better things
Knowing that you can change it
Boy, I’ll give you the reins

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 1]
Hard to tell if you wanna stay
Don’t need an invitation
For moves I want you to make
Coy but, boy, be sure, don’t you wait
Swear I want you the same way
Boy, I’ll give you the ring

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 2]
And they say time is the
Time is the enemy
Why waste it now?
I’ve been ready
Hope we can move onto better things
Knowing that you can change it
Boy, I’ll give you the reins

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah

[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 1]
I can still shut down a party
I can hang with anybody
I can drink whiskey and red wine
Champagne all night
Little Scotch on the rocks and I’m fine, I’m fine

[Chorus]
But when I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Curled up on the floor in a Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

[Verse 2]
I can kiss somebody brand new and not even think about you
I can show up to the same bar
Hear the same songs in my car
Baby, your memory it only hits me this hard

[Chorus]
When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Curled up on the floor in a Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

[Bridge]
I ain’t even drunk, I ain’t even drunk
And I’m thinking
How I need your love, how I need your love
Yeah, it sinks in

[Chorus]
When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger! YSL for life
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up some digits..
We got London On Da Track!

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m leanin’ like I’m on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with wishes
You know its a drought when you grind and can’t flip it
I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
Montana
Mama gon’ slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We run through them bitches, we run through the hundreds
I rolled in the Bentley, I’m talkin’ the drama shit
Me and my niggas gon’ fuck up the summer, yeah
This summer we puttin’ the numbers yeah (check, check)
Feelin’ like Meechy, I’m feelin’ like Meechy
I jump out that ‘Ghini and lift up the door (skrrt, skrrt)
They said they ballin’ and we say we ballin’
And somebody please tell me what is the score
Woah, woah, woah, somebody please tell me what is the score
We up by 30, that money is dirty
Them bricks in the ceilin’, a mil in the floor

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I’ma keep a red flag cause I’m boolin’
I know some roller spaces, I could dually
Yeah, yeah I’m screamin’ oh my god like Cooly
When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I’ve been gettin’ money before the music, fuck Pandora
I just do this shit when I get bored

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…

[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money

[Outro: Young Thug]
We got London On Da Track!