“She For Keeps” is the 20th track off of Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1 which features the long awaited collaboration between QC artist Quavo and Nicki Minaj.

On “She For Keeps,” Quavo and… Read More [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 (Bag)

And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (Shine)

Like the way she take them pictures, it's them angles (Flash)

Like the way she keep her business all personal

You know, you know, you know, you fit me (Fit me)

You get me (Get me), you get me (Ayy), you get me (Yeah)

Drop off, your old boy (Drop off), and get with me (Get me)

Heard it's slippery (Splash), heard it's wet like seaweed (Splash)

Moonwalking on slabs (Moon), she live life like Babs (Babs)

Nails and hair all long (Long), shoppin' spree in Hong Kong

Ass fat in her jeans (Ass), she don't like to wear thong (No)

She gon' make you sing this song

Is she for keeps?

Pour this drink for me (Hey)

Smoke this dope for me (Hey)

Drive around with me, ayy (Ride)

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)

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, bitch I'm perfect

Somebody lied (Lied), just watch me murk it

I'ma murk it, bitches 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 bitches in my town, all my real niggas alert us

He say, "Damn baby, you bad," I say, "I commit murders"

When them blocks start to get hot he know I'll hide his burners

I'm for keeps, I am for keeps, she can't compete

He ain't stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets, Uh

Ooh, they salty, I know they salty

Please say the barbie, he say the barbie

I'm the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with

She a mad bitch if she ain't fuckin' with me, suck dick

This piece flooded out cost about a buck six

Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?

Rap bitches is on my nuts, call 'em Chip 'n' Dale

These bitches can't see me, they should all be reading braille

Pull off in that GT with some Seagram's Ginger Ale

Tell that bitch 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

[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)