Whoa
Quelle the Prophet
And I'm passing (heat)
And I'm passing (heat)
And I'm passing (heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
Japanese engineering when I'm steering
Red light to anybody interfering
Same ashy black kid that you had slept on
Same one you like to fake and get your rep on (Oh, I know him)
Tell little mama to relax, I'm coming in a minute
Foreign luxury though, but I drive it like a Prius
Close to totaling it when I'm on the riches though. Not to visit though
Kintaro Oe with the women; I peep the game, I just go along in the beginning
Bruh I know that some of them just like to play with
At the same time, don't want to get played with
Still their favorite. See my wave lit. Made rich.
This that touchdown, from the sky, I ground-broke the pavement
Cause I heard about payments, then I made arrangements
Cause this way more than just "entertainment"
Do not bring below-par around me
Been in the mountains and they still aint found me
Who would've known that I'd find some new styles
Who would've known that you'd be Juntao, dang
Kung fu. Cartoons
Don't sleep on me too soon
Who else passing styles out like this
Point Guard Quelle Pharrell. Dangerous
Passing heat, that's a no look
Passing heat, that's a no look
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
What it do little brudda, yeah it the business init
And I've been peeping your lifestyle, and how you living
Aint you sick of pretending, living like the beginning
Just know people live long enough to become the villain. Really
Like you got to kill to make a killing
Head spinning from the deals a nigga be dealing
Which result to the bills, the liquor, the women
Which results to the ills, the will, and the sinning. Get it
I'm a mess cause I'm stressed
But I got to keep it tight like ass in a dress
I'm a. I'm a blast to there ain't nothing left
Give you all that I got 'til the last of my breath. Yes
Yes, I'm a man in a chess
Living life like a jet, is a fight to the death
When you moist niggas step to whatever that's next
Going at a nigga neck. Like, whatever, what's next. Yes
I don't claim the rest, I just claim the best
I don't ref the set, I just ref the check
Don't disrespect, cause that'll get you checked
Like a list of things I can't forget to check. Yep
Shit done really got complex
Niggas snitching and got the nerve to scream "I'm next"
Shit done really gave a nigga a complex
Gun to my head thinking, "the hell if I'm next"
Passing heat, that's a no look
Passing heat, that's a no look
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
Quelle the Prophet - No Look Pass (feat.Klaus Michaelson) Lyrics
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Whoa
Quelle the Prophet
And I'm passing (heat)
And I'm passing (heat)
And I'm passing (heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
Japanese engineering when I'm steering
Red light to anybody interfering
Same ashy black kid that you had slept on
Same one you like to fake and get your rep on (Oh, I know him)
Tell little mama to relax, I'm coming in a minute
Foreign luxury though, but I drive it like a Prius
Close to totaling it when I'm on the riches though. Not to visit though
Kintaro Oe with the women; I peep the game, I just go along in the beginning
Bruh I know that some of them just like to play with
At the same time, don't want to get played with
Still their favorite. See my wave lit. Made rich.
This that touchdown, from the sky, I ground-broke the pavement
Cause I heard about payments, then I made arrangements
Cause this way more than just "entertainment"
Do not bring below-par around me
Been in the mountains and they still aint found me
Who would've known that I'd find some new styles
Who would've known that you'd be Juntao, dang
Kung fu. Cartoons
Don't sleep on me too soon
Who else passing styles out like this
Point Guard Quelle Pharrell. Dangerous
Passing heat, that's a no look
Passing heat, that's a no look
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
What it do little brudda, yeah it the business init
And I've been peeping your lifestyle, and how you living
Aint you sick of pretending, living like the beginning
Just know people live long enough to become the villain. Really
Like you got to kill to make a killing
Head spinning from the deals a nigga be dealing
Which result to the bills, the liquor, the women
Which results to the ills, the will, and the sinning. Get it
I'm a mess cause I'm stressed
But I got to keep it tight like ass in a dress
I'm a. I'm a blast to there ain't nothing left
Give you all that I got 'til the last of my breath. Yes
Yes, I'm a man in a chess
Living life like a jet, is a fight to the death
When you moist niggas step to whatever that's next
Going at a nigga neck. Like, whatever, what's next. Yes
I don't claim the rest, I just claim the best
I don't ref the set, I just ref the check
Don't disrespect, cause that'll get you checked
Like a list of things I can't forget to check. Yep
Shit done really got complex
Niggas snitching and got the nerve to scream "I'm next"
Shit done really gave a nigga a complex
Gun to my head thinking, "the hell if I'm next"
Passing heat, that's a no look
Passing heat, that's a no look
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
Quelle the Prophet
And I'm passing (heat)
And I'm passing (heat)
And I'm passing (heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
Japanese engineering when I'm steering
Red light to anybody interfering
Same ashy black kid that you had slept on
Same one you like to fake and get your rep on (Oh, I know him)
Tell little mama to relax, I'm coming in a minute
Foreign luxury though, but I drive it like a Prius
Close to totaling it when I'm on the riches though. Not to visit though
Kintaro Oe with the women; I peep the game, I just go along in the beginning
Bruh I know that some of them just like to play with
At the same time, don't want to get played with
Still their favorite. See my wave lit. Made rich.
This that touchdown, from the sky, I ground-broke the pavement
Cause I heard about payments, then I made arrangements
Cause this way more than just "entertainment"
Do not bring below-par around me
Been in the mountains and they still aint found me
Who would've known that I'd find some new styles
Who would've known that you'd be Juntao, dang
Kung fu. Cartoons
Don't sleep on me too soon
Who else passing styles out like this
Point Guard Quelle Pharrell. Dangerous
Passing heat, that's a no look
Passing heat, that's a no look
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
What it do little brudda, yeah it the business init
And I've been peeping your lifestyle, and how you living
Aint you sick of pretending, living like the beginning
Just know people live long enough to become the villain. Really
Like you got to kill to make a killing
Head spinning from the deals a nigga be dealing
Which result to the bills, the liquor, the women
Which results to the ills, the will, and the sinning. Get it
I'm a mess cause I'm stressed
But I got to keep it tight like ass in a dress
I'm a. I'm a blast to there ain't nothing left
Give you all that I got 'til the last of my breath. Yes
Yes, I'm a man in a chess
Living life like a jet, is a fight to the death
When you moist niggas step to whatever that's next
Going at a nigga neck. Like, whatever, what's next. Yes
I don't claim the rest, I just claim the best
I don't ref the set, I just ref the check
Don't disrespect, cause that'll get you checked
Like a list of things I can't forget to check. Yep
Shit done really got complex
Niggas snitching and got the nerve to scream "I'm next"
Shit done really gave a nigga a complex
Gun to my head thinking, "the hell if I'm next"
Passing heat, that's a no look
Passing heat, that's a no look
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
And I'm passing (Heat)
Got my homie from the 17th with me
Writer: Shaquelle Wiley
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