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Quality Control, Kollision - Space Cadet (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kollision
Kollision
Vocals
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodriquez Woods
Rodriquez Woods
Songwriter
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Chris N'Quay Rosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Popping shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet ****, floating every time I walk in
Hunnid thousand ****, stuffed in these Balmains
Young **** having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I'm in all lanes
[Verse 2]
Pull up in something that foreign, these bitches weren't ready
Pop me a Addy and take off like I'm Andretti
I want them pesos, dineros and I want that fetty
Pop out, might just surprise a bitch like confetti
A foreign bitch, she shipping shit that is illegal
Sent her to school just to be my paralegal
Me and Quay tight like a fucking keyhole
Fifteen hunnid just to walk on all these creatures
[Verse 3]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Popping shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet ****, floating every time I walk in
Hunnid thousand ****, stuffed in these Balmains
Young **** having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I'm in all lanes
[Verse 4]
Fuck up the scenery, killing the industry, **** they envy me
Bitches, they digging me, know I'm a specialty, I got the recipe
Cook it up in your face just like I'm Betty C
I leave the state and they knowing my melody
Killing shit, I don't give a fuck 'bout sympathy
These bitches dogs, I'm feeding 'em Pedigree
I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies
I had to rob, had to steal, that the better me
[Verse 5]
Money keep flowing like I'm in the Medellin
She made that dick disappear like Bermuda
All of my bad bitches they be some cougars
Fucking your mama, she teach me, she tutor
I had to work my move, had to manuever
Diamonds by Elliante, bitch it's scuba, don't let it fool ya
[Verse 6]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Popping shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet ****, floating every time I walk in
Hunnid thousand ****, stuffed in these Balmains
Young **** having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I'm in all lanes
[Verse 7]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Popping shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Written by: Christopher N'quay Rosser, Rodriquez Woods
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