Quality Control, Quavo, Nicki Minaj – She For Keeps (Lyrics)

Lyrics “She For Keeps” by Quality Control feat. Quavo, Nicki Minaj

Is she for keeps, somebody tell
Is she for keeps, somebody tell

Is she for keeps, ay, ayy
Somebody tell me is she, somebody tell
Is she for keeps, oh yeah
Oh, is she for keeps, somebody tell

Is she for keeps, yeah, yeah
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she
Yeah, somebody tell
Somebody tell me is she for keeps
Somebody tell, oh yeah

‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle
Like the way she keep her business all personal

You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me, get me
Heard it’s slippery, heard it’s wet like seaweed

Moonwalking on slabs, she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song

Is she for keeps
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake
She gon’ lead the way
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

Is she for keeps, ay, ayy
Somebody tell me is she, somebody tell
Is she for keeps, oh yeah
Oh, is she for keeps, somebody tell

Is she for keeps, yeah, yeah
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she
Yeah, somebody tell
Somebody tell me is she for keeps
Somebody tell, oh yeah

Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, b*tch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, b*tches my sons, I used a surrogate

Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum b*tches in my town
All my real n*ggas alerted
He say, damn baby, you bad
I say, I commit murders

When the block starts to get hot
He know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me
To another n*gga in them streets

Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad b*tch that all the bad b*tches f*ck with
She a mad b*tch if she ain’t f*ckin’ with me, suck d*ck
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum b*tch and be like what up sis

Rap b*tches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These b*tches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that b*tch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gayle
I’m me, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Ki-ki, ki-ki

Is she for keeps, ay, ayy
Somebody tell me is she, somebody tell
Is she for keeps, oh yeah
Oh, is she for keeps, somebody tell

Is she for keeps, yeah, yeah
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she
Yeah, somebody tell
Somebody tell me is she for keeps
Somebody tell, oh yeah…

➤ Album – Quality Control: Control the Streets Volume 1
Produced by Frank Dukes & Murda Beatz
Quality Control & Quavo & Nicki Minaj 2018

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