Qc Lyrics
| Song | Qc |
| Artist | Ryler Smith |
| Artist | Wndrfl |
| Album | Exhibition Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jonas Museng'ya Speich | |
| 作曲 : Mike Scianna | |
| Shut it | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shadow's listening | |
| Shallow thoughts | |
| I should've known | |
| Im just a man | |
| Who's seen her eyes | |
| I shiver down | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| Shut it down it get real heavy | |
| Aint no doubt, we been born ready | |
| Run it down, all of yall petty | |
| They dont speak much like Tom Vercetti | |
| Sweet brandy in our mid twenties | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| Swear the lips feel the same | |
| Runnin in a better shape | |
| Countin all the records done | |
| With my niggas we was loitering | |
| Now making money | |
| That was how fund the tour | |
| Sweat n blood up in the pore | |
| I do it till I live no more | |
| Shouts the people | |
| who all done a part | |
| They was with me from the head start | |
| Stuck my head out the window | |
| **** the feds and the Benzo they prescribe | |
| First thing | |
| Get this bread with my brethren | |
| n my sistas | |
| When Im dead know my music gon survive | |
| Find peace | |
| Until that day will ever come | |
| Im prepared against any of the odds | |
| Make amends with your god | |
| When it ends all depends on yo deeds and what type of shit you done | |
| -Make a choice. | |
| She shot a man | |
| shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| Shut it down it get real heavy | |
| Aint no doubt, we been born ready | |
| Run it down, all of yall petty | |
| They Dont speak much like Tom Vercetti | |
| Sweet brandy in our mid twenties | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| Swear the lips feel the same | |
| Uh, | |
| N **** depending on another nigga | |
| I do better on my own | |
| Uh | |
| N **** yalll petty ass beggin | |
| rat figures puttin gossip on | |
| Ay | |
| And i aint changed | |
| Im the same smoking | |
| Nigga outta back a day | |
| Yuh, | |
| Now I dun came up, | |
| Went to pay check from pocket grain | |
| I jus really didnt know better | |
| N **** a hand out | |
| Already shinin when you stand out | |
| Copy | |
| Yall people gotta slow down | |
| Lately aint been up in my home town | |
| Baby, | |
| Foreign cities want me headlinin | |
| Hangin in the booth | |
| While you ****ed up in the club yuh | |
| Uh | |
| Back then was in the first row | |
| Now my show dun **** the club up | |
| Uh | |
| Jus like the women I was chasing | |
| Tried replacing em with ****ing | |
| wasn't working | |
| Uh | |
| All these slides in my DM | |
| Lustful intentions they lurkin | |
| Uh | |
| Independent young niggas | |
| Gonna get what we really be deserving | |
| Swervin' |
| zuo ci : Jonas Museng' ya Speich | |
| zuo qu : Mike Scianna | |
| Shut it | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shadow' s listening | |
| Shallow thoughts | |
| I should' ve known | |
| Im just a man | |
| Who' s seen her eyes | |
| I shiver down | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| Shut it down it get real heavy | |
| Aint no doubt, we been born ready | |
| Run it down, all of yall petty | |
| They dont speak much like Tom Vercetti | |
| Sweet brandy in our mid twenties | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| Swear the lips feel the same | |
| Runnin in a better shape | |
| Countin all the records done | |
| With my niggas we was loitering | |
| Now making money | |
| That was how fund the tour | |
| Sweat n blood up in the pore | |
| I do it till I live no more | |
| Shouts the people | |
| who all done a part | |
| They was with me from the head start | |
| Stuck my head out the window | |
| the feds and the Benzo they prescribe | |
| First thing | |
| Get this bread with my brethren | |
| n my sistas | |
| When Im dead know my music gon survive | |
| Find peace | |
| Until that day will ever come | |
| Im prepared against any of the odds | |
| Make amends with your god | |
| When it ends all depends on yo deeds and what type of shit you done | |
| -Make a choice. | |
| She shot a man | |
| shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| Shut it down it get real heavy | |
| Aint no doubt, we been born ready | |
| Run it down, all of yall petty | |
| They Dont speak much like Tom Vercetti | |
| Sweet brandy in our mid twenties | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| Swear the lips feel the same | |
| Uh, | |
| N depending on another nigga | |
| I do better on my own | |
| Uh | |
| N yalll petty ass beggin | |
| rat figures puttin gossip on | |
| Ay | |
| And i aint changed | |
| Im the same smoking | |
| Nigga outta back a day | |
| Yuh, | |
| Now I dun came up, | |
| Went to pay check from pocket grain | |
| I jus really didnt know better | |
| N a hand out | |
| Already shinin when you stand out | |
| Copy | |
| Yall people gotta slow down | |
| Lately aint been up in my home town | |
| Baby, | |
| Foreign cities want me headlinin | |
| Hangin in the booth | |
| While you ed up in the club yuh | |
| Uh | |
| Back then was in the first row | |
| Now my show dun the club up | |
| Uh | |
| Jus like the women I was chasing | |
| Tried replacing em with ing | |
| wasn' t working | |
| Uh | |
| All these slides in my DM | |
| Lustful intentions they lurkin | |
| Uh | |
| Independent young niggas | |
| Gonna get what we really be deserving | |
| Swervin' |
| zuò cí : Jonas Museng' ya Speich | |
| zuò qǔ : Mike Scianna | |
| Shut it | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shut em down | |
| Shadow' s listening | |
| Shallow thoughts | |
| I should' ve known | |
| Im just a man | |
| Who' s seen her eyes | |
| I shiver down | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| Shut it down it get real heavy | |
| Aint no doubt, we been born ready | |
| Run it down, all of yall petty | |
| They dont speak much like Tom Vercetti | |
| Sweet brandy in our mid twenties | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| Swear the lips feel the same | |
| Runnin in a better shape | |
| Countin all the records done | |
| With my niggas we was loitering | |
| Now making money | |
| That was how fund the tour | |
| Sweat n blood up in the pore | |
| I do it till I live no more | |
| Shouts the people | |
| who all done a part | |
| They was with me from the head start | |
| Stuck my head out the window | |
| the feds and the Benzo they prescribe | |
| First thing | |
| Get this bread with my brethren | |
| n my sistas | |
| When Im dead know my music gon survive | |
| Find peace | |
| Until that day will ever come | |
| Im prepared against any of the odds | |
| Make amends with your god | |
| When it ends all depends on yo deeds and what type of shit you done | |
| -Make a choice. | |
| She shot a man | |
| shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| She shot a man | |
| Shot a man | |
| Shot a man down | |
| Queen Charlamagne | |
| Shut it down it get real heavy | |
| Aint no doubt, we been born ready | |
| Run it down, all of yall petty | |
| They Dont speak much like Tom Vercetti | |
| Sweet brandy in our mid twenties | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| She my Queen Charlamagne | |
| Swear the lips feel the same | |
| Uh, | |
| N depending on another nigga | |
| I do better on my own | |
| Uh | |
| N yalll petty ass beggin | |
| rat figures puttin gossip on | |
| Ay | |
| And i aint changed | |
| Im the same smoking | |
| Nigga outta back a day | |
| Yuh, | |
| Now I dun came up, | |
| Went to pay check from pocket grain | |
| I jus really didnt know better | |
| N a hand out | |
| Already shinin when you stand out | |
| Copy | |
| Yall people gotta slow down | |
| Lately aint been up in my home town | |
| Baby, | |
| Foreign cities want me headlinin | |
| Hangin in the booth | |
| While you ed up in the club yuh | |
| Uh | |
| Back then was in the first row | |
| Now my show dun the club up | |
| Uh | |
| Jus like the women I was chasing | |
| Tried replacing em with ing | |
| wasn' t working | |
| Uh | |
| All these slides in my DM | |
| Lustful intentions they lurkin | |
| Uh | |
| Independent young niggas | |
| Gonna get what we really be deserving | |
| Swervin' |
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