Quality Control Music - She For Keeps lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] Is she for keeps? somebody tell Is she for keeps? somebody tell [Chorus: Quavo] Is she for keeps? (ayy, 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) [Verse 1: Quavo] ‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine) Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash) 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 Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash) Moonwalking on slabs (moon), 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 (keepsake) She gon’ lead the way (lead it) I might fall back and go count up a large bag [Chorus: Quavo] Is she for keeps? (ayy, 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) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Perfect, nobody’s perfect My body’s perfect, b**h I’m perfect Somebody lied, just watch me murk it I’ma murk it, b**hes 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**hes in my town, all my real n***as 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***a in them streets Ooh, they salty, I know they salty Please say the barbie, he say the barbie I’m the bad b**h that all the bad b**hes f** with She a mad b**h if she ain’t f**in’ with me, s** dick This piece flooded out cost about a buck six Pull up on a bum b**h and be like what up sis? Rap b**hes is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale These b**hes can’t see me, they should all be reading braille Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale Tell that b**h I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key Ki-ki, ki-ki [Chorus: Quavo] Is she for keeps? (ayy, 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)