Phg Capo - Q.R.M Lyrics

Yeah, quality ratchet music, yeah, turn me up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ball head, big bread, bitch, you heard what I said
I'm all about my money, never trickin' on a chicken head
Now turn around and do your dance, let me see you do your dance

I'm tryna see that ass shake, baby, don't use your hands
Chicken head, chicken head, chicken head, chicken head
Girl, you know your ass stupid fat
I'm tryna hit that shit from the back

I know some niggas that'll lick your cat
I'm Jamaican, I ain't into that
I'm tryna get my f*ckin' soul snatched
That throat so good it made me take a nap

Almost had a f*ckin' heart attack
I'm coughing weezing tryna catch my breath
Yeah, yeah, she a eater, she a eater, she a eater
Yeah, we need her, yeah, yeah, yeah, we need her

Yeah, she a eater, her head so good she screamin' we the best
She bought her friends and they was all up next
I'm tryna bang these bitches for respect
I'm f*ckin' bitches like it's four check

I leave that pussy soakin', drippin' wet
Yeah, yeah, she a eater, she a eater, she a eater
And we need her, and we need her, and we need her
Get a visa, get a visa

Bald head , big bread, bitch, you heard what I said
I'm all about my money, never trickin' on a chicken hen
Turn around and do your dance, lemme see you do your dance
I'm tryna see that ass shake, baby, don't use your hands

Bald head, big bread, bitch, you heard what I said
I'm all about my money, never trickin' on a chicken hen
Turn around and do your dance, lemme see you do your dance
I'm tryna see that ass shake, baby, don't use your hands

Yeah, Quality Ratchet Music
We just havin' some fun, yeah
Get it, get it, it wasn't written