Quavo - Go Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Go By Quavo?
Go, go (woo) go, go (go)
From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo) 500K just to host (5) Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (go) Go, go (skrrt) go, go (skrrt) Serve me a brick at the store (brick) lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq) Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) Drive from the Hills to the Mo (yeah, yeah) Yeah, baby at window, like don't go (alright!) In this world, everything slow mo (it's lit)! Yeah behind this wall, there is no photos (straight up!) Jump out this bitch (yeah!) Pogo, yeah (bounce) Across my neck, yeah, logo Watch how you pour an eighth, yeah, ocho I need some more, it's late, yeah, pronto Huncho, yeah Jumped out the coupe with the black insides You would think I'm racist Smokin' cookie in Atlanta everywhere You would think it's recreation (gas) You already know we made it (made it) We ain't even gotta say shit (no) Some of the traps were licks (trap) Some of the traps were vacant Junior Seau, bring the Bay out, bring the Bay out Nigga want talk, we bring the K out, let the spray now J's gon' walk right in that pot, we beat it up, Pacquiao Invade your block, we stay on top, ain't nobody safe now Go, go (go) go, go (go) From the Nawf to the Mo (Mo) 500K just to host (5) Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) The neighbors too nosy, pack my bags and go (go) Go, go (skrrt) go, go (skrrt) Serve me a brick at the store (brick) lookin' like Shaq in the post (Shaq) Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) Go, go (yeah) go, go (go) Go, go, go, go, go Go Go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go |
Who Wrote Go By Quavo?
Jacques Webster, Quavious Marshall, Anderson Hernandez
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What's The Duration Of The Go By Quavo?The duration of Go is 2:36 minutes and seconds. |
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