In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Had yo bitch screaming woah
Like she love black rob
In the kitchen Ain't no chitlins
Playing Trap god
In my city Im a Legend
Ima Rap god
All them Maxes In my Closet
Call me Max god
I just triple up my worth
Then I stack hard
Will (Claye) just tripled up them records
He Track Star
Used to hit them Dumbbells
In the backyard
Now I dumbbell off 5th ave
Got that Saks card
Weaving in and out of lanes
This ain't Nascar
Sparking up that motherland
That Madagascar
Henny'd up At the bar
With bad broad
About to pounce up on that kitty
Like Jaguar
In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I might Pull up on yo bitch
With the turbo kit
Counting cash at the bank
Gucci turtle Neck
What you need I call Knox
He can serve the shit
Jack just called a nigga line
Told me murk the shit
In a Vert
Niggas tryna lurk on me
Diamonds in the Cross
Like I brought the Church withme
Way these niggas
Steal the flow call it burglary
Too much Fraud-in in streets
Call it perjury
Said Her Baby Daddy Rap
I know he heard of me
Tell him stop calling Phone
He get 1 courtesy
Always gotta get that cash
Call that urgency
All this jewelry on
They think I got that work on me
In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
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Jay Waves - Groovy Q Lyrics
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In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Had yo bitch screaming woah
Like she love black rob
In the kitchen Ain't no chitlins
Playing Trap god
In my city Im a Legend
Ima Rap god
All them Maxes In my Closet
Call me Max god
I just triple up my worth
Then I stack hard
Will (Claye) just tripled up them records
He Track Star
Used to hit them Dumbbells
In the backyard
Now I dumbbell off 5th ave
Got that Saks card
Weaving in and out of lanes
This ain't Nascar
Sparking up that motherland
That Madagascar
Henny'd up At the bar
With bad broad
About to pounce up on that kitty
Like Jaguar
In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I might Pull up on yo bitch
With the turbo kit
Counting cash at the bank
Gucci turtle Neck
What you need I call Knox
He can serve the shit
Jack just called a nigga line
Told me murk the shit
In a Vert
Niggas tryna lurk on me
Diamonds in the Cross
Like I brought the Church withme
Way these niggas
Steal the flow call it burglary
Too much Fraud-in in streets
Call it perjury
Said Her Baby Daddy Rap
I know he heard of me
Tell him stop calling Phone
He get 1 courtesy
Always gotta get that cash
Call that urgency
All this jewelry on
They think I got that work on me
In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Had yo bitch screaming woah
Like she love black rob
In the kitchen Ain't no chitlins
Playing Trap god
In my city Im a Legend
Ima Rap god
All them Maxes In my Closet
Call me Max god
I just triple up my worth
Then I stack hard
Will (Claye) just tripled up them records
He Track Star
Used to hit them Dumbbells
In the backyard
Now I dumbbell off 5th ave
Got that Saks card
Weaving in and out of lanes
This ain't Nascar
Sparking up that motherland
That Madagascar
Henny'd up At the bar
With bad broad
About to pounce up on that kitty
Like Jaguar
In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I might Pull up on yo bitch
With the turbo kit
Counting cash at the bank
Gucci turtle Neck
What you need I call Knox
He can serve the shit
Jack just called a nigga line
Told me murk the shit
In a Vert
Niggas tryna lurk on me
Diamonds in the Cross
Like I brought the Church withme
Way these niggas
Steal the flow call it burglary
Too much Fraud-in in streets
Call it perjury
Said Her Baby Daddy Rap
I know he heard of me
Tell him stop calling Phone
He get 1 courtesy
Always gotta get that cash
Call that urgency
All this jewelry on
They think I got that work on me
In the mirror playing C-Lo
Call it Mobb goodie
Had yo bitch Rolling blunts
In my supreme hoodie
Ghost Faces I been counting Shit getting spooky
And Nigga stay on Que
Like that nigga Groovy
Get off me (Flex)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Bag a Check)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (Spark a jet)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah)
Get off me (She give me neck)
Get off me (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Writer: Jay Waves
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid