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Dumbo Video (MV)




Performed By: Quizymoto + Yung Jeski Vaca
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Andres Quinones




Quizymoto + Yung Jeski Vaca - Dumbo Lyrics




Q and J hold for pause
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Ok Quizy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Q and J

Did that last joint now we got reset
Party on beach ya we manifest
Oh they blow smoke like a cigarette
Go how we go till we rack up our dividends
Cardigan on like Lebowski
Sticky gold scattered across the desk
Becky dyed hair think she Malcolm X
Spit on the mic gotta disinfect
Grind till my face in every gazette
Bumping to Blondie while shawty give Bad Brains
Writing this verse on the M train
Shoes on me nice but they dirty as a cocaine
Put my nugget in the milkshake
Bring my presents like a birthday
Lemme go bloom this next decade
Rather go cruise on skateboard than go ride your wave
Dancing on this beat fandango, Wayo
Euro step at Dumbo, Wayo
Funny cause they think I plateaued
Cashmere come from Bordeaux
Swervo
Rising with the wheat in meadow
Let up
Foot to Pedal
Only stop till there's a f*cking halo
Wayo

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Ok Quizy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Q and J

She peak at me because I'm her top of potential
Cry for the tree the willow
Damn baby got a pillow tho
Freak on me because I got the skittles tho
She said that I rap like RZA tho
I mean facts but you stupid like how
But yeah now I'm feeling dumb radical
Pushing out huns, Attila, backpedal wait you don't even like me a little
She sharpen my wood like widdle
Get passed to my friend from the ghetto
Aye bitch will jiggle cause the bezel
If you link on my block you better be civil
And when we link I light u up like the devil
I'm higher class but I still fly middle though
I won't get into my past but it's cool cause I know u know the situation
I'm peaking but I still don't see visuals
I'm mixing the tab with the ex and that is no Malcolm or middle
She like how I dress asks how are you single
I ain't tryna flex baby
Lemme keep it one hunna with you
Bitches over money now that's something simps will do
And I ain't cosigning no stripper who just needs more signs for the bigger boobs

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Ok Quizy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Q and J
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Q and J hold for pause
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Ok Quizy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Q and J

Did that last joint now we got reset
Party on beach ya we manifest
Oh they blow smoke like a cigarette
Go how we go till we rack up our dividends
Cardigan on like Lebowski
Sticky gold scattered across the desk
Becky dyed hair think she Malcolm X
Spit on the mic gotta disinfect
Grind till my face in every gazette
Bumping to Blondie while shawty give Bad Brains
Writing this verse on the M train
Shoes on me nice but they dirty as a cocaine
Put my nugget in the milkshake
Bring my presents like a birthday
Lemme go bloom this next decade
Rather go cruise on skateboard than go ride your wave
Dancing on this beat fandango, Wayo
Euro step at Dumbo, Wayo
Funny cause they think I plateaued
Cashmere come from Bordeaux
Swervo
Rising with the wheat in meadow
Let up
Foot to Pedal
Only stop till there's a f*cking halo
Wayo

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Ok Quizy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Q and J

She peak at me because I'm her top of potential
Cry for the tree the willow
Damn baby got a pillow tho
Freak on me because I got the skittles tho
She said that I rap like RZA tho
I mean facts but you stupid like how
But yeah now I'm feeling dumb radical
Pushing out huns, Attila, backpedal wait you don't even like me a little
She sharpen my wood like widdle
Get passed to my friend from the ghetto
Aye bitch will jiggle cause the bezel
If you link on my block you better be civil
And when we link I light u up like the devil
I'm higher class but I still fly middle though
I won't get into my past but it's cool cause I know u know the situation
I'm peaking but I still don't see visuals
I'm mixing the tab with the ex and that is no Malcolm or middle
She like how I dress asks how are you single
I ain't tryna flex baby
Lemme keep it one hunna with you
Bitches over money now that's something simps will do
And I ain't cosigning no stripper who just needs more signs for the bigger boobs

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Ok Quizy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Q and J
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Writer: Andres Quinones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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