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Quavo - Cease Y Alamo Lyrics

Cease & Alamo Lyrics[Intro: Quavo]
Zaytoven
Yeah, Huncho
It's time

[Chorus: Quavo]
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (hey)
Got your hand out, hell no, I'm not your boy (no)
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (can't ignore)
How I'm feelin', biatch? (bitch), Ask the Forbes (biatch)

[Refrain: Quavo]
Put that bitch on that motherfuckin' oil (drank, lean)
I pick that pussy, then I score (huh, ayy)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr)
We wrappin' 'em up, mummies (wrap 'em)
We wrappin' 'em up, mummies (gone)
I got a Uzi tummin' (Uzi), flamed a nigga for snitchin' (graow)
Flamed a nigga for runnin' (graow), me and my niggas, we honest (uh)
I got a Uzi tummin' (Uzi), me and my nigga, we honest (agh)
I got a Uzi tummin' (ayy), me and my nigga, we honest (let's go)
Flamed a nigga for runnin' (flame), flamed a nigga for snitchin' (flamed)
Flamed a nigga for flexin', poppin', talkin' that shit to these bitches (flexin')
Flamed a nigga for flexin', poppin', talkin' that shit to these bitches (flexin')
Flamed a nigga for flexin', poppin', talkin' that shit to these bitches (uh)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (nah)
Got your hand out, hell nah, I'm not your boy (no)
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (real)
How I'm feelin', biatch? Ask the Forbes (uh)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Real lean spill, grippin' wood-grain wheels (wood-grain)
Got my bitch out, French tip-toes and her heels (French)
If I pour a four, nigga, what you gon' pour? (huh?)
Feelin' like Rich Homie with Cease and Alamo (hahaha)
Used to sell Ps on Ps at Amaco (pounds)
Real kick-door, ran from the po-po (twelve)
Real bankroll, got a pack of four-four (grah)
Dwayne Johnson in the pot, the People's Elbow (uh, go)

[Refrain: Quavo]
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr, birds)
We wrappin' 'em up, mummies (wrap 'em)
We wrappin' 'em up, mummies (wrap 'em, birds)
I got a Uzi tummin' (graow), we flamed a nigga for snitchin' (flame)
Flamed a nigga for runnin' (flame), me and my nigga, we honest (flame)
I got a Uzi tummin' (Uzi), me and my nigga, we honest (flame)
I got a Uzi tummin' (ayy), me and my nigga, we honest (obtain)
Flamed a nigga for runnin' (uh), flamed a nigga for snitchin' (flame)
Flamed a nigga for flexin', poppin', talkin' that shit to these bitches (okay)
Flamed, flamed, flamed, flamed, flame, flame, flamed
Flame, flame, flame, flame, flame, flame, flame

[Chorus: Quavo]
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (real)
How I'm feelin', biatch? Ask the Forbes (how I'm feelin')
Real lean spill, grippin' wood-grain wheels
Got my bitch out, French tip-toes and her heels
If I pour a four, nigga, what you gon' pour? (huh?)
Feelin' like Rich Homie with Cease and Alamo (hahaha)
Used to sell Ps on Ps at Amaco (gas)
Real kick-door, ran from the po-po (twelve)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
I done found the pint, now I'm formin', movin' slow (woah)
Two-two litres poured, of fours, that's four-by-four (four)
Two pots on the stove, don't fold, that's the G-code (code)
Got your hand out, hell no, aim at your fro (no)
Real lean sipper havin' real lean shows (shows)
Don't understand the double cup? It keep my drank cold (cold)
Pull up in the Rolls, them rose-curtains is closed (froze)
Bad hoes front row at all my shows (shows)

[Chorus: Quavo & Takeoff]
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (Takeoff)
Got your hand out, hell no, I'm not your boy (no)
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (uh-uh)
How I'm feelin', biatch? (bitch), ask the Forbes
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy
Got your hand out, hell nah, I'm not your boy
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore
How I'm feelin', biatch? Ask the Forbes

[Outro: Quavo]
Real lean spill, grippin' wood-grain wheels
Grippin' wood-grain wheel
Real lean spill, grippin' wood-grain wheels
How I'm feelin', biatch? Ask the Forbes