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Quavo - F Cancer lyrics

[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It]

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ay f** cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit!)
I f** your main b**h, I gave her cooties (Slime Season)
Let's get it
Hey!

[Hook: Young Thug]
Get it, all my n***as yeah they with it
Cause these p**y n***as hatin'
They trying to knock me off my pivot
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these p**y n***as missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
Little mamma p**y soaking, yeah it's bath time

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put a nine inside a two liter
I'ma send her right back because I know you need her
Start about fake sh**, I shall call my people
Shout out to rasta n***as, those my people
Put down my strap and used these hands, they evil
Tried to be loyal to these foreigns, but I am a cheater
Got a lot of followers, a perfect leader
I like it icy cause I'm not a cheap one
Babe make your booty roll
I got a lot of hundreds, I wan' see that tootsie roll
I got a lot of partners, Falcons like I'm Julio
We done got drunk inside this b**h, I'm Don Julio
We tryna get wet from these b**hes, so what you cruising for
My family depend on me, that's who I do it for
Of course I do it for my b**h and for my crew for sure
I do it for my j**eler, my ice off a f**ing boat
You know the routine, little b**h I'm private
Little b**h I'm hot, like I'm a Taki
I knock it out, p**y, just like I'm Rocky
I got a bunch of wings surrounding my body

[Hook: Young Thug]
Get it, all my n***as yeah they with it
Cause these p**y n***as hatin'
They trying to knock me off my pivot
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these p**y n***as missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey (b**h)
I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah, a halftime
Little mamma p**y soaking, yeah it's bath time

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/quavo/-/f-cancer.html]
Okay it's bath time, just like a birdie
I cop a foreign, I pull off skirting
b**h is you worth it, you make me nervous
You rock them Chrome Hearts, you looking nerdy
This ain't no fish n' grits, but this that fishscale
I let little mama be, I keep her good and well
b**h I'm an OG, I don't play that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be done made bail
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'ma let you caption it
Energizer Bunny, you see these carats, ho
I'm Rey Mysterio, my life on HBO
They didn't want me f** none
Now they want to s** some, and f** some
YSL ain't gon' cuff 'em, we f**s 'em
Then we go and do another one
Yeah we go and do another one, son
I got my gun, you better run, run, run
You know I got bread like a croissant, son
I get 'em stuck up for a honey bun, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I put ice in all my watches, came in in Versace
Perky, gas, molly, trappin', we got plenty options
Her p**y water like it's bath time, she wishy washy
And she gon' s** and f** me even when the feds watching
I don't f** with broke n***as, nah we can't relate
I put water on that white b**h, I call her Ricki Lake
Lil mama she lost in the sauce
She needa get hit with the pause
After I f** her she run through the dawgs
And then I'm rejecting her calls
I threw a pack over the gate to my n***as 'hind the wall
RIP Pistol, RIP Mike, I pour out the lean for y'all
Remember the days I trapped out the bando
I had a thousand dollars
You the same n***a that said I wouldn't make it
I put in a thousand hours

[Hook: Young Thug]
Get it, all my n***as yeah they with it
Cause these p**y n***as hatin'
They tryna knock me off my pivot
I'm a boss, I call the shots
I leave these p**y n***as missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then she started stalking
Pop all the perky, yeah a halftime
Little mamma p**y soaking, yeah it's bath time

[Outro: Quavo]
Split this perc with me, little b**h you know it's halftime
She wetter than an ocean, yeah it's bath time
Little b**h gon' bring me back some dollar signs
And I'ma let you ride her like a Pathfinder

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