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Quincy Jones Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

Hop out the bus with a bottle, I'm rockin' a whatchamacalit

Passin' the blunt 'cause I'm coughin'

Hatin' on me 'cause I'm bossin'

Try me, I'm breakin' jaws in (Yuh)

Look, my daughters are good

They know I'm a G and I'm bringin' it home

If it ain't money then why are we talkin'?

'Cause I need a reason to pick up the phone

They know I'm bad to the bone (Woah)

You know I stay in the zone

All of my records are classic my nigga, just give me some time

I'm Quincy Jones, I got too many styles and flows

I even switch up the tone

Cho-cho-chop, cho-chop, I'm on the clock

I never sleep on the job

[Verse 1]

I was just talkin' to God and I told him "My nigga, I'm ready to be at the top"

Long as we stay in the kitchen just whippin' the bass, we good

Just mix it and drop

She got an ass that's bigger than all of my problems

Nigga, I'm stress free

I just be minding my business, my nigga, but some of these haters attack me

I'm poppin' up all on your time

Jus' stay in your lane, I found mine

My pops in heaven just looking at me, just sayin'

Damn, about time (Wow)[Chorus]

Hop out the bus with a bottle, I'm rockin' a whatchamacalit

Passin' the blunt 'cause I'm coughin'

Hatin' on me 'cause I'm bossin'

Try me, I'm breakin' jaws in (Yuh)

Look, my daughters are good

They know I'm a G and I'm bringin' it home

If it ain't money then why are we talkin'?

'Cause I need a reason to pick up the phone

They know I'm bad to the bone (Woah)

You know I stay in the zone

All of my records are classic my nigga, just give me some time

I'm Quincy Jones, I got too many styles and flows

I even switch up the tone

Cho-cho-chop, cho-chop, I'm on the clock

I never sleep on the job

[Verse 2]

Look, who that motherfucker hatin' on me? For real

How does it feel? (Wow)

Even in summertime y'all gotta learn to chill

I got my name on a gold plaque my nigga, so we not the same thing

You're just a phase my nigga, for real

And I am the music you're facin' (Woah)

I am a god to a goon

I am above the room

I am the pharaoh, the tomb

I am the cold in June

I am the wolf, the moon (Ooh, wow)[Chorus]

Hop out the bus with a bottle, I'm rockin' a whatchamacalit

Passin' the blunt 'cause I'm coughin'

Hatin' on me 'cause I'm bossin'

Try me, I'm breakin' jaws in (Yuh)

Look, my daughters are good

They know I'm a G and I'm bringin' it home

If it ain't money then why are we talkin'?

'Cause I need a reason to pick up the phone

They know I'm bad to the bone (Woah)

You know I stay in the zone

All of my records are classic my nigga, just give me some time

I'm Quincy Jones, I got too many styles and flows

I even switch up the tone

Cho-cho-chop, cho-chop, I'm on the clock

I never sleep on the job