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Dot Wiggin Band – The End Of The World lyrics

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
‘Cause you don’t love me anymore

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything’s the same as it was
I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Dot Wiggin Band – The Fella With A Happy Heart lyrics

The fella with a happy heart always has a smile for me
The fella with a happy heart smiles at everyone he sees
Even when he’s in distress, even when he’s blue
The fella with a happy heart will be there to help
If there’s anything that he can do

He’s always ready to cheer his friends and lend a helping hand
If a stranger should come along, he’ll be there to help him too

He’s the fella with a happy heart, always knows what to do
He’s the fella with a happy heart, knows how to make you laugh
Even when you’re blue

If you look close, you will see he’s smiling down on you
When things get rough and you don’t think you can make it through
The fella with a happy heart will take your hand and show you what to do

You look at him and you’ll see he’s smiling down on you
And it kind of makes you stop and think, “is there anything he can’t do?”

The fella with a happy heart always seems to understand
The fella with a happy heart is a considerate, loving man
The fella with a happy heart will always be my friend
From the beginning to the very end, through thick and thin
The fella with a happy heart is my kind of man

Dot Wiggin Band – Wiggin Out! lyrics

One, two, three, four

Wiggin out

Wiggin out

Wiggin out

Migos – Culture National Anthem (Outro) lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Say they want the culture (culture)
Eat it up, turn them to vultures (to vultures)
Migo Gang pull up like soldiers (Gang)
And when we pull up, we got chauffeurs, chauffeurs

[Chorus: Quavo]
Tell ’em do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Got to do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Tell ’em do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Got to do it for the culture, do it for the culture, culture

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I wake up and I thank God and I go strong (I thank God)
I wake up and look at my ice and put it on (put it on)
She gon’ fuck, she look at my life and wanna be on (at my life)
But we not havin’ it (no), Huncho hit it and passin’ it (Huncho Quavo)
I’m too passionate (passionate), I’m too focused on my craft
I need a million dollar slab, bring it back and break it down
With the whole gang right now, flyin’ in and out of town
You was searchin’ for the wave, it was Culture what we found, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You was searchin’ for the wave, it was Culture what we found
Culture, culture, culture, yeah
You was searchin’ for the wave, it was Culture what we found
Culture, culture, culture
Believe me when I say we create our own sound
Culture, culture, culture
I know you see it now, what they be screamin’ ’bout

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Say they want the culture (culture)
Eat it up, turn them to vultures (to vultures)
Migo Gang pull up like soldiers (gang)
And when we pull up, we got chauffeurs, chauffeurs

[Chorus: Quavo]
Tell ’em do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Got to do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Tell ’em do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Got to do it for the culture, do it for the culture, culture

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Do it for the culture (culture), only time that I be focused (focused)
They some culture vultures, bite the lingo when we wrote it (wrote it)
Culture is a wave (culture), everybody wanna ride it (ride)
They geeked up for days (days), they gon’ wait and keep they eyes on it (eyes)
Put your mind on it (mind), watch me defeat my opponent (mind)
Keep your eyes on it, don’t lose sight, we all want it (eyes)
I work hard, don’t I? Now they watch me on the Sony (TV)
Can’t fuck with you jabronis (‘bronis), pussy niggas ridin’ ponies, culture

[Verse 3: Offset]
Ride the wave (ride), too busy occupied, gettin’ paid (occupied)
I’ma duck off and hibernate (duck off)
Win the Grammys and hire a Wraith (win the Grammys)
I can pull up, no diamonds today (pull up)
I can walk on the moon in the Wraith (moonwalk)
We created the food and you ate it (hey)
We the biggest of groups, we the greatest (yeah)
Jets, I ride in the latest (jets)
Outdated, you fell and you faded (outdated)
I am a Nawf Side native (Nawf side)
Crocodile, Hermes, gator (crocodile)
I’ma get the bag every angle (get the bag)
Mama got Cartier bangles (Mama)
Audemars ring, Uranus (Audemars)
Mansion’ with the leak on the paintings

[Bridge: Quavo]
Oh, say (say), “Can you see?” (see)
My people prayed (prayed) and take a knee
We don’t need stripes ’cause we got bright stars
We gon’ still fight (fight) for that race car (car)
When you do right (right), that’s ’cause you work hard (hard)
They gon’ divide us all (all), that’s when it falls apart (apart)
Tryna save the whole world, but it ain’t my job (job)
No, it ain’t my job
They told me, “Ride the whole wave like I drive my car”
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Mama told me, “Break out of these chains, son and you’ll go far”
(Mama! Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Quavo]
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture

Migos – BBO (Bad Bitches Only) lyrics

(feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro]
Buddah bless this beat

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)

[Post Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I passed her to the homie (go)
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the mornin’ (nah)
Bad bitches only (go), bad bitches on me
Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bad bitches and I know some savage bitches (bad)
Get it on they own, they don’t have to ask you bitches (get it)
Postin’ pictures on the ‘gram and @ your bitches (posted)
Secure the bag, lifestyle real expensive (secure the bag)
All these bad bitches lookin’ for attention (attention-tention)
That ain’t bad, fake bad, she pretendin’ (that ain’t bad)
If you pay to get in your bag then you winnin’ (winnin’, winnin’)
All these Jones soldier, fuck it, they call me Quincy
Popped that seal (pop it), close that deal (close it)
We in the field (yeah), spread them bills (woo, ayy)
Lean spill (goddamn), on that Lear (phew)
Maybach seat with the sheers (curtains), AP shiftin’ gears (gone)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)

[Post Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I passed her to the homie (go)
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the mornin’ (nah)
Bad bitches only (woo), bad bitches on me (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Yeah, 38 carats in my bracelets (carats)
Argh, Put her on molly she fuck me brazy (molly, woo)
We in the field with stitch like this Arcadia (pah pah)
Flippin’ the game and you niggas gon’ meet your maker (brrt)
Uh, Goyard, havin’ them racks and no regard (racks, racks)
Uh, Walkin’ around with a bad bitch, she a barbie (bad, bad)
Uh, I started my engine, I’m nowhere, where the car is? (Skrrt)
Uh, Hopped in the Wraith and she asked me, “What the stars is?” (woo, woo)
Every month on the third we get to Narcs in (packs)
Dogs barkin’ then kick the door, no narcs in (none)
Livin’ the wild life, think I am Tarzan (wow)
I took your broad again, she wanna come with the stars again (hey, hey)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, Quavo & Takeoff]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only (bad), bad bitches on me (woo)
Takeoff

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Bad bitches on me, only bad bitches want me
Hold up, where the bad bitches? Look at all the sad bitches (sad)
Say a hundred, do two hundred on the dash, smash nigga (smash)
Who want it? ‘Cause we run it, ain’t no question, ask niggas (ask)
They done pawn it and the fuckers, ain’t no runnin’ past niggas (no)
Man, we done it, that’s important, who you trust to blast with you? (Who?)
Make it spaz, that’s a quarter cash in the caterpillar (spaz)
Porsche tags on the nigga ass, I’m a cop killer (fuck ’em)
Reggie Miller, shoot ’em, bill up, say ‘Phillipe’ while you say, ‘Philip’
Double cup, codeine killer, Houston Texas, now who trilla?
Bad bitches in the mirror, told her take the team with her (bad)
Bet she bring the team with her, bring the blue and green, lookin’ at my (ice)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)

Migos – CC lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no, no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (Woah, yeah)
Told her just be patient, I’ma make you famous (yeah)
If yo’ nigga want beef, treat it like it’s Angus (bow, eat it up)
Little bit of dick, get nasty (bleugh) I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-key classy (woo) I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain’t here for no pictures (nah) put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!)
Young nigga poppin’ them bands (woo) like Marshawn poppin’ them Skittles (hey)
Young nigga got a big green truck, lookin’ like Riddler, Riddler (uh)
What bitch name with the mean suck? Damn, I can’t even remember (damn)
Money fall, yell, timber (timber) ice on in the winter (ice)
Put the plug in the blender (brrr) then he showed up for dinner (that’s cold)

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it) (go)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr) (agh)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo) (wow)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) (Wop)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Quavo]
I suppose, propose, to show off my Rollie in Rolls (in Rolls)
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
Fuck the folks and the border patrol
Coast guard, free all of the bros (free the bros)
We the goats, who want some smoke
Cause we set all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes
They look like dinner rolls (dinner rolls)
I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold (centerfold)
Multi-million, but I jiggalo (jiggalo)
My portfolio say I sold plenty coke
Wop!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset, hey)
Applyin’ the pressure for mo’ millions (pressure)
The bricks come from Japan and Korea (Korea)
I done made 2.5 on my Nokia (brrr)
He got kidnapped after that shit too real
Bad bitch, she walkin’ with Chanel on her feet (Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, Chanel)
Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek
Plain Jane rollin’ with the bust AP (plain, plain, plain, plain)
I make the thottie meet me at the Grand Marquis (thottie)
Playin’ for keeps, gotta move it low-key (playin’ for keeps)
She tryna fuck, she in heat (hey)
Yeah, she gotta fuck by the three (smashed)
Tip toein’ back door and creep (back door)
I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (no tricks)
I told her to suck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links (emerald)
24-karat my sink

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
17-5 for the mink (white)
Turn the housewife to a freak (freak)
And I got the ice on fleek (fleek)
Chanel, double down, CC (Chanel)
He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you)
Ran off, made your life on me (ran off)
No gun, pull a knife on me (knife)
Back back, get your wife off me (back back)
On sight with me (on sight) my diamonds fight with me (my diamonds fight)
Can’t clone, we on, fly like drones, they bitin’ me (argh)
A sight to see (sight) this gas tank on E (E)
North Pole, wrist on freeze (ice), wait ’til my dawg get free (free)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

Migos – Crown The Kings lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the king
You dig?
You know know what I mean?
Fuck it, crown the king
Benz truck for the queen
G.I.A, my rings
G.I. Joe, my team
Fuck what you mean
Fuck what you mean
Talking too cheap
Like money and green

[Refrain: Quavo]
Nigga look like we’ll, nigga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
Niggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
Nigga look like you’d snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell ’em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Nigga might think you FED’s the way you snap pictures
Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas
Get what you earn when you ride with pistols
Trigger, finger, itching, itching R.I.P. to Pistol Pete
She hit that line, London Fletcher
Fish bowl, wrist swimming on the fish
Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat
I batted the bat
Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins)
I do all stunts, I kick like a football punt
You wanna talk loads? I made three mil this month
You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns
You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the kings
We’re living the dream
Crown the kings
Living the dream

[Refrain: Quavo]
Nigga look like we’ll, nigga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
Niggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
Nigga look like you’d snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell ’em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 2: Offset]
Drown the ice with medicine
Drown your bitch with the skeleton
I’m on the stove cooking elements
The skies the limit, I’m heaven-sent
Dripping the flies, a pelican
Buy me a zoo, I got elephants
They salty, these niggas not relevant
They copy the bros and it’s evident
Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat
My soul devoted
Bank rolls are loaded
Cash out, no notice
Rolls Royce came with a chauffeur
Stick in the couch and the sofa
Five Karat in my ear, it’s a boulder
Pass me the fire, smoke ’em
Me and my bitch are like B and Hova
Go do a show in the ‘Sota
Stash the 100’s they mowed up
Fuck on your bitch ’til she throw up
Stick to the code, don’t fold up
Boujee bitch, her nose up
Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap
Hundred round drums, cold cuts

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the kings
We’re living the dream
Crown the kings
Living the dream

[Refrain: Quavo]
Nigga look like we’ll, nigga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
Niggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
Nigga look like you’d snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell ’em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I got every drug that start with a letter
Chickens is tender
With her she said I’m “like Souja Boy the way you tell em”
Breakin’ and enter
Free all my nigga locked up in the cell, no cellular
I’m special, but first I was regular
Fuck the feds and free my niggas that’s federal
Couple scammers and some decimals
I’ma feed ’em to the animals
I let ’em play in the back with them lions
‘Til he run out of the stamina
I told him “he stealing” he told me I’m lying
I told him I got him on camera
Act like I wanna make music with ya
Just to hit you and your manager

[Outro: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the kings
Crown the kings
Fuck it, crown the kings

Migos – Emoji A Chain lyrics

[Intro: Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
Hey

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

[Verse 1: Offset]
Niggas out here ain’t got stain (yeah)
Makin’ this money, been ballin’ on niggas (cash)
They think I signed to Tulane (ball)
Pull up and “What the fuck,” nigga, that’s strange (what the fuck?)
Uh, yeah, water on my wrist and my neck (splash)
Look at this fluid (splash)
200 sit on my dash, smash, 12, I’ma lose ’em (skrrt)
Hot commodity, the dope on hot commodity (hot) the trap is on fire (hot, hot)
I’m at the top and I took your slot, you niggas ain’t hot (cold)
Go to the lot and drop (skrrt), I want the drop, robot (huh?)
Niggas gon’ talk and pop (huh), you get shot out your socks (blow)
What do you want lil’ mama? Go ‘head and fuck on my partner (smash)
Come for your head like a lineup, (white) these diamonds albino (white, white)
Wrap up the brick like a gyro, Migo gang Cinco De Mayo (Migo)
Shh, stuffin’ them bricks in the Tahoe, boardin’ the jet up to Cabo (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Flippin’ the bird (flippin’ it)
I put a brick in her purse (brick)
These niggas evil and cursed (they evil)
I pray and I send ’em to church (church)
I’ma pull up on your turf (turf)
I’m with the smokin’, who get it first? (who?)
No Addy but I’m alert (‘lert)
I ain’t been hurt since birth (hurt)
I know my rights and worth (worth)
Birds sing Gerald LaVert (brrrr)
Australia, the plug at work
He came from Sydney but I was in Perth (damn)
She pull up on me, get curved (curved)
Hop in the Rolls and swerve (swerve)
The watch, two-tone, it’s white and rose
So much water, I’ma have to learn how to surf (surf)

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

[Verse 3: Quavo]
You can’t get a bag, makin’ me laugh, (hah) Mike Epps (haha)
I Gucci my belt (Gucci), make my Emoji a whip (Emoji)
Huncho barbarian (yeah), McLaren, I park at Phipps (skrrt)
Ain’t no comparison, I’m starin’ at lines of shrimps (shrimp, shrimp)
Cruise the coast like a blimp (go), dunkin’ a ball like I’m Kem (uh)
Slangin’ the tree like a chimp (oh), shot at me, walk with a limp (blow)
Niggas so don’t attempt (attempt), ice on, change the temp’ (change the temp’)
Northside bangin’ them (bangin’ them), don’t let strangers in (strangers in)
Twist your fingers in (fingers in), gangsters shit begin (gangster shit)
Used to gettin’ in, kickin’ the doors and now I want the back ends (go)
Used to sleep on mattress floors, I fuck on a bitch and her friend (smash)
Wake ’em up, get in a taxi home and then my day begin

[Pre-Chorus: Offset]
I, I, count the guap (count, count)
Set up shop (ooh, ooh), fuck the cops (fuck 12)
We ain’t worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh Lord) (woo, woo, woo, woo)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’ (oh Lord)

[Chorus: Offset]
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey, woo, woo, woo)
The shit turnin’ into the rain
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (hey, ooh, ooh)
Ice out the gang (gang), make an Emoji a chain (woo)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, then change up the weather (hey)
The shit turnin’ into the rain

Migos – Gang Gang lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Would you, oooh?
Would you, oooh?

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Hey, I know this might sound weird to say (to say)
But would you love me if I ran away? (Away)
I know you probably think I’m insane (insane)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the pocket change (pocket change)
I know they gotta feel my pain (feel it)
I make them birds Lauryn Hill sang (brr)
And everywhere I go they know my name (and what you claim)
‘Cause I be reppin’ gang gang (gang gang)

[Chrous: Takeoff & Quavo]
Posted with the gang gang (gang gang)
Pull up wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Suit up wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
I be reppin’ gang gang (gang gang)
I shoot wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Bang wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Ride out wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Always rep the gang gang
Always rep the gang gang gang gang (gang)
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit, gang gang gang (gang)
Whole lotta gang shit, (ayy) gang gang gang yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
She froze up when that Ghost came (Ghost came)
Big body Rolls, it be hoggin’ up both lanes (both lanes)
She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine (cocaine)
I lift my doors up, the Lambo, take propane (propane)
After my show we put hoes in the chokehold (chokehold)
At the door, we take cell phones, no photos
Money comin’ in, too much I can’t hold, truckload
I’m hot, I can’t be trappin’ in the streets, that what the plug fo’
And all I want is nachos (nachos)
And all I want is Huncho (Huncho)
Pulls strings like a banjo (banjo)
And the keys, a piano (piano)
Take me back to the back door (back door)
I can see my foot on a door knob
Make it back to the gang, that’s the whole job
Chop it up and just talk about what we got
Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?
Whippin’ that Draco (cold, brr)
She said she love me but that’s somethin’ we’ll never know (never know)
Honestly, that’s all I really wanna know (wanna know)
Ain’t tryna waste my time, it’s time to let you go (let you go)
And get back to that back end on the road
I can’t go out sad about a hoe (hell no)
Married to the money, I propose

[Outro: Takeoff & Quavo]
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
Suit up with the gang gang
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
I be reppin’ gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang
Hit her with that gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang
Always reppin’ gang gang

Migos – Higher We Go (Intro) lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the-

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out to race
Who wanna race? We livin’ that fast pace
I’ma pull these hoes, I don’t chase
Hit these hoes, get ’em right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a nigga hard, send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate, ayy)
You can’t eat on my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Raris (yeah, skrrt, ayy)
Beat that pot like Ortiz, yeah (beat it)
Two feet runnin’ from the feds (yeah, 12)
All these niggas lookin’ like they scared (yeah, pussy)
Lock a fuck nigga like these dreads (yeah, pop ’em)
Pick a nigga off for that bread (yeah, hey)
We can go there if you want to (where)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, see what you gon’ do (yeah)
We can go there if you want to (there)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up on the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, gotta see what you gon’ do (hey)
We don’t play with dem lil’ boys out here, naw, naw, naw (don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar (bosses)
Big boy Wraith had them bitches seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stock me out, I don’t need no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It’s okay (okay)
Icing, Icing glaze (icin’ glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, I’m ’bout to go blaze? (‘Bout to go blaze)
What’s yo’ page? (Woo)
Slide in the DM like snakes (slide, slide)
The coupe got blaze (coupe)
The coupe got wings with blaze (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (ha)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The higher you go (go), went through the most (most)
We get to fly, you float (float)
No Malone, but I post (Malone)
Migos, you know we the goats (goat)
Bag of bread, call it loaf (loaf)
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul (walk)
Come to my jeweler, get froze (ice)
Snatch your soul
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold (snatch)
I had to set up the plug the other day
What he was taxin’ for? (for what?)
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0, culture

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset!)
150 a choker (choker)
Flooded my wrist, it’s soakin’ (flooded)
Split up the waters like Moses (split)
I done put furs on the loafers (fur)
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost (Rolls Royce)
Let’s have a codeine toast
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no stain on me
No drip, don’t trip, my gang with me (don’t trip)
Come to the bando, stop playin’ with me (bando)
Got bricks on bricks, it’s rainin’ kis (bricks)
Niggas can’t hang with me
Lay ’em in the dirt, they restrain from me (dust)
Bust down the plain Philippe (bust)
She bought me a Wraith, unique (Wraith)
You thots want to fuck, they in heat (thot)
A million, I bring home a week (M and M)
She a lil’ beast (beast)
Fuck around lookin’ for the keys (smash)
Got the trap disease (trap)
Please keep the cap from me (cap)
Count up the rack, proceed (rack)
First, see what I got and then leave (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (hey, hey, hey)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

Migos – MotorSport lyrics

(feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they catfishin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like they back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Ayo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty

[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed ’em runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Outro: Quavo]
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin’ this season

Migos – Movin’ Too Fast lyrics

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water

[Verse 1: Offset]
Yeah, came in the game, tryna aim for the best
Chain for the gang, ain’t bought this shit (gang bang)
Everybody ’round me sellin’ cold bricks (freeze)
We let it fly with the fire with no kick (brrr)
I don’t wanna unify with no clique (who?)
Thirty plus a .45 on my wrist (woo)
42 on the dial, that’s a big shield (yeah)
Livin’ life, wanna vibe with my bitch (ayy)
500K to the cancer (woo)
Come ride with the wave, but I’m handsome (wave)
Givin’ back to the face of the planet (givin’ back)
Then I bust out a chain with a niner (bust down)
Ain’t shit basic, baby (basic), ain’t ’bout to feed you fugazi, baby (baby)
Yeah, I’m from the nawf side, baby, you’re fuckin’ with a big dog, all-star, baby (ayy)
My heart is so numb, I cannot cry, I don’t got feelings (no, woo)
Up to par and I’m on fire and I got millions (and I’m on fire)
Smokin’ on cookie, it end up in ashes for all my niggas (smokin’ on cookie)
I’m only fuckin’ with gang ’cause I cannot fuck with these niggas (gang)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water (argh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The streets on beast (beast), I’ma put the streets on me (streets on me)
She suck me to sleep (sleep), told her, “don’t put your teeth on me” (your teeth on me)
Ridin’ ’round in a Range, ain’t worried ’bout a thing and the thing on me (brrrp)
Switch lanes with your main thing, I been with the gang in L.A all week (skrrt, I’m lyin’)
I got the dogs with me (dogs) and I’ma let ’em off the leash (off)
She keep callin’ me (call) ’cause the sheets on leak (drip, splash)
Ain’t shit basic, baby, ain’t ’bout to feed you for free (no, no)
Ain’t no fugazi, baby, naw these diamonds ain’t cheap (hell nah)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water (argh)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Beat on my chest, beast, Huncho, King Kong (beast, beast)
You singin’ ’bout the bando, Nat King Cole (Nat King Cole)
Solitaires, bounce, diamonds ping-pong (ping-pong)
Make you wrist trap and hit a ringtone (brrrp)
Grandma, got weak, she flew straight home (grandma, yeah)
Now we count all of the blessings thrown (count ’em, count ’em, yeah)
Big boy ice, all in the necklace, froze (froze)
Pause, but I put all of my besties on
Lookin’ like a lion on the streets (yeah), lookin’ like a lion ’bout to feast (feast)
Pop one, he’ll go beast (pop one), represent the Land of the Free (free)
But some of my niggas in the cell (cell), so I don’t even know what that mean (no)
I bet nigga vouch for me (yeah), ’til all mini dots go green (green, yeah)
Huncho

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water

Migos – Stir Fry lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (no)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey), hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (Who?), this that trap sound (trap)
Designer, clothes (clothes), fashion, shows (shows)
Trap, house (house), made of, gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it) no need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask), we livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest, hoes (finest), wrist, froze (hoes)
We can, go (we can), coast to, coast (coast)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (woo, woo, woo, wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset! Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceilin’, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m paid and I don’t got a debt (hah)
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls (Rolls), pink diamonds, whoa (whoa)
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why you tryna take my prize? You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep a watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ball players come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static, it must be the Patek
Pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Chorus: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)

[produced by: Pharrell Williams]

Migos – Supastars lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Buddha Bless this beat)
Chyeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt, yeah), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash, woo), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers, uh

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pockets lettuce, uh
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (drip)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’ (me)
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement (settlement, yeah)
I’m out my element (element), out my, out my element (woo, yeah)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang (yeah), all brand new chains (ice, ice)
Swerve the lane (yeah), call the group “the gang” (gang, gang)
Whip that thing (whip it), then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJs than Pablo (PJs)
Wrist like water, go to Cabo (splash)
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (burrrr, reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (gang)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze the dud (freeze), had to freeze the lame (freeze)
Camera phone (splash), Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (brap brap, reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (gang)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Niggas grouped out for a shout (whew, yeah)
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Proceed with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
I sit back and read the offence (read), my hoe is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah (thotty, thotty)
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars (geeked), gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (gang)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

Migos – Too Much Jewelry lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Zaytoven
What’s up Zay?
Trap Holizay
Solid since the first day
Allow me to lead the way

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry (ice)
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry (blurry)
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrrt skrrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed out on my neck, that’s a house
Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain’t hearin’ it (brrr)
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much jewelry, I’m serious (no)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, once I get it, spend it (spend it)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, I’m a walkin’ chicken (brr)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, this is not a gimmick (no)
Money comin’ in, they think we the ones that print it

[Verse: Takeoff]
Nah f’real, we the ones that print it
We the ones that trend it, it’s a slight few, ain’t many
Started it from the beginnin’ (back then), they say money make ’em envy (envy)
My diamonds drawin’ attention (look) and they wet like Willie (splash)
Pocket cheesesteak, Philly (cheese), bitch bad and she with it (bitch)
But I won’t give her a penny (nah), tryna go to Piccadilly (where?)
Rose gold’s got drillin’, oh what a beautiful feelin’ (beautiful)
I’ma let you get the bitch (bitch), but I’ma go get me some millions (M&M’s)
I chose to give me some paper (chose to), that was my own decision (mine)
Speed racin’ in that Lamborghini, I done fucked around and blew the engine
I pour an 8, on top of 8 I just poured, drank fuckin’ wit’ my vision
200K, count it before I do shows and fuck your opinion (nigga, fuck, opinion)
They told me I wouldn’t make it, said I wouldn’t amount to shit (shit)
Nigga smilin’ in your face, really want you in a ditch
Half a ticket on my neck, quarter ticket on my wrist
This that new Richard Mille plain Jane like a bitch
They think that this shit is new, but we been really doing this
Talkin’ pointers but you don’t get points and don’t get no assists
They say the ones that quiet be the ones that rich as bricks
Wanna walk in my shoes, gotta take that risk (risk)

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry (ice)
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry (blurry)
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrrt, skrrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed out on my neck, that’s a house
Air it out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain’t hearin’ it (brrr)
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much jewelry, I’m serious (no)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, once I get it, spend it (spend it)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, I’m a walkin’ chicken (brr)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, this is not a gimmick (no)
Money comin’ in, they think we the ones that print it

[Bridge: Quavo]
This ain’t even all my jewelry (jewelry)
Never too much jewelry (jewel)
This ain’t even half my jewelry (never too much)
Never too much jewelry (yeah)

[Interlude: Quavo]
Mike Dean, Zaytoven
You know how we do it
Never too much jewelry, jewelry
Too much ice (all these jewels)
Wassup, baby?
I see you bitch over there lookin’, nigga, muah
Skeleton AP on my wrist, nigga
Takeoff just bought like eight plain Janes
Haha, know you’re mad, nigga

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry (ice)
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry (blurry)
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrrt, skrrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed out on my neck, that’s a house
Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain’t hearin’ it (brrr)
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much jewelry, I’m serious

Migos – Too Playa lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah DJ Durel, DJ Durel
The way we put this shit together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on the saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowin’ them keys
You know we keep keys, the right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture shit together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo (yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She fuck with the gang (gang, yeah), she fuck with the team (yeah, yeah)
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah, yeah)
She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex (yeah)
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, yeah (yeah)
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown (swim, swim)
My nigga got felonies, let him out right now (woo, ayy)
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound (yayo)
Call up Zoey Dolla, jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spendin’ tabs, finna spaz, finna spaz
Niggas spendin’ fast (spinnin’), 150 cash, 50 cash (spinnin’)
Yeah, large (yeah), y’all nigga talk too hard (talk, talk)
We pull your card (woo), pull up and chop down yards (chop)
Fish bowl same size as fish tank, yeah (yeah)
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way badder than his bitch, yeah (fo’ sho)
We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), yeah, we too playa (playa)
Woo, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa
Ayy, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Chorus: Quavo & (2 Chainz)]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah (yeah)
All this water damn, I could sell it to a whale, yeah (yeah)
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah (we too playa)
We too playa, yeah, we too playa (yeah, 2 Chainz)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Playaz Circle, that my first squad, but you already knew that (you knew it)
Nigga claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that (blew it)
Donatella on the bootstrap (Versace), whole crew got a Tru tat (yeah)
Whole crew got a Tru chain (yeah), Maybach, not a Mulsanne
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a nigga like a spiritual (cross)
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal (uh)
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe (uh), motherfuckers like Armor-All
Okay, now all in all (all in all), got it from wall to wall (wall, wall)
Took it from mall to mall (mall, mall), dropped it from stall to stall (shittin’)
Shittin’ on niggas subliminally (uh), all of my shoes are from Italy (yeah)
Hard top coupes, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

[Verse 3: Quavo & (2 Chainz)]
Marble all my floors (yeah), blue strip all my rolls (alright)
If the money fold (woo), that mean the dope ain’t sold (sold)
I like it straight (woo, uh), that mean ain’t gotta debate (uh)
Ice on stakes (uh), pull up with a serious face (skate)
The way these hoes like to film a nigga, Lorenz Tate (Quavo Lorenz)
I won’t even let you film a nigga without seein’ tape (can’t go up)
Yeah, that’s my brother (playa), work, but I gotta play harder (harder)
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah (fo’ sho)
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah (yeah)
We too playa, yeah, we too playa (playa)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I am a player (player), and no, I ain’t playing fair (no)
Swear they shakin’ like some dreads (shakin’)
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared (scared)
Look up at your man’s head (look)
Tell me what color that dot is (what?)
Dot on his head is red (red)
Get popped for some shit that your brother did (brrrp)
I love my mama, never change up on her
So I gotta let his mama live (mama)
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner
Make him vanish, David Copperfield (Copperfield)
Came in the game and was independent
They was screamin’ out that we ain’t got a deal (fuck a deal)
Said I ain’t playin’, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a seal
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here (gone)
Open the door and then got in there (got in there)
Quiet, I pick up the silencer (shh)
Shoot it up ’til they acknowledge us (brrrp)
Ballin’, but they keep foulin’ us (ball)
And ain’t no stoppin’ us (no), try to see the apocalypse

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah (yeah)
We too playa (playa, playa)
Yeah, we too playa (playa, playa)

[Verse 5: Offset]
New Moncler (drip), throwin’ salt on a playa (salt)
Save the salt for the snails (salt) or the rocks in my ear (rocks)
Put you in the Bentley (skrrt), brand new Selena (Selena)
She a bad bitch, I seen her (bad), I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best (best), I am too playa to stress (playa)
Drip like the mayor, more or less (drip)
I like your bitch, I caress (I like her)
Dry down the stick nigga, hush (hush)
Codeine syrup a must (a must)
Wraith with the peppermint guts (Wraith)
He sweet, he keep holdin’ nuts (sweet)
Your bitch is a throwaway mutt

Migos – Top Down On Da NAWF lyrics

[Sample]
Please help me

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost, no no
I play the field and the coach (I play the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
For some reason I can’t cry, cry
For some reason I am not tired
For the gang, I gotta bring it home
For my grandma watchin’ in the sky (grandma)
You probably can’t tell me nothin’
You probably gonna see me stuntin’
You probably wanna see me run
You probably wanna see me run on ’em
But I let my top down of on da NAWF (yeah, yeah)
Believe in what I did and what I saw (yeah, yeah)
Stand on my word by law(yeah, yeah)
Mama prayin’ on the devil, shake ’em off (yeah, yeah)
Boulders on my shoulder, weights on me
I will never fold up when it’s on me
Stash a whole mil’ in the backseat
Just to move them thangs down the backstreet

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach
(I done played the whole field, for real)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 2: Offset]
I done survived the gun smoke (survive)
Some of my niggas ain’t survive, God bless your soul (yeah, yeah)
The codeine eased in my mind ’cause my eyes on the road (my mind, my mind)
The Patek is rose, we hide in the flats and bandos
I’ma pull up on that nigga with the five then
If I could go back, I would whip up a pie again
I got the hood all on my back and they ready to die for him
Dope, trappin’ up out of the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (devoted)
Watchin’ me like I am a film, they want the chips, the drip
The sauce, my hoe, I look at the niggas like shrimp
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t come from the NAWF (NAWF)
85 nawf the route (yeah) and I’m not leavin’ ’em out (nah)
Yeah, shippin’ ’em out (ship), don’t let the money run out (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach (I played the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
No question we come from the NAWF, they know we the boss (NAWF)
Only site, no map involved, I cannot get lost (no)
And we know you flaw, everything you say is false (false)
I’ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off
No navigation needed or GPS at all (no)
My neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji and it costs (ice)
Mirror, mirror, who the richest niggas of ’em all? (Mirror)
The mirror spoke to me and said, “No cap, I think it’s y’all”
Takeoff

[Outro: Quavo]
In the night time, we can ride then
I’ma slide on that bitch outside then (slide, slide)
I’ma make sure my wrist all iced in (ice)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside (outside)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside then (outside, yeah)
Have you ever swam with sharks in the deep blue, huh?
Ever been in the dark when there is no sun, huh?
Ever been on the NAWF with hundred round drum?
With a hundred round drum (NAWF, yeah)
Drum (NAWF, yeah) drum
Pull up on me, show me outside then (yeah)
Pull up on me, show me let it fly then
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ohhh (NAWF)

Migos – All Ass lyrics

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’m throwin’ a bag (bag)
It bought her a bag (bag)
Last bitch I fucked, she wasn’t goin’ out sad (goin’ out sad)
Can’t play a player for sure, can’t play a player, no (no)
Throw the money to the top (top)
It’s fallin’ off the top ropes (yee)
Yeah (yee)
I bet I put all my bitches on though (yee)
Yeah (yee)
Aye (yeeee)
She’ll be fuckin’ ’til the sun come up (uh uh uh)
Hey yeah
If you want to ball, let’s get it (woohoo)
Hey yeah
I make you rich with a fifty (cash)
Hey yeah
No lemonade, it’s simply, just me and my bitch (aye)
If she don’t get dick, she gon’ have a fit (yeah)
Her daddy the plug (aye)
She fuck with the bricks, she with the shit (yeah)
She bought a salon to clean the money, he feed the bitch
Now he on the run, they seized the house, they seized the whips (yee)
Now she on the run, she took the money, he need the bitch

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
All ass ay
Fifty cash bags, on a bad day (yeah)
I’m on a fast pace, I wanted the fast way (skr)
They copied the last wave, I cut ’em like black spades (aye)
Fuckin’ a thot in my mansion, fuckin’ a thot on my bedroom
Bitch lookin’ like a Kardashian (Kardashian)
We hopped in the coupe and we smashin’
Sippin’ on my drink, I watch that ass go slow motion (slow)
Walkin’ with that bag, look at my diamonds like the ocean, huh
Geekin’ out, she geekin’ out, she geekin’ on the dough
Ten different bitches, eeny meeny miny moe
Trappin’ out the Nawf, trappin’ out the bando (Nawf)
No, you need you a brick then I get the dough

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
My wrist is glass (glass)
My neck is glass (glass)
Last jeweler just spent sixty cash (cash)
Last bitch I had, she bought a Jag’ (Jag’)
They come in empty handed, she kept her bag (yee)
Bag, all ass ay (yee, ass)
I can’t get my nut off, I’ma spaz bae (yee, spaz)
No credit, no debit, the cash way (yee, cash)
No stomach, no waist, pretty face, the ass way (yee yee)

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Outro: Offset & Quavo]
All ass ay, all ass ay
All ass ay, all ass ay
All ass ay, all ass ay
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole

Mr Terrza – No More Chances lyrics

[Verse 1]

I gave you many chances,
Zwothe ndo lingedza
Ndichi ndiya ndia fara nda tuma,
Mathina zwo vundea
Mbilu yanga noivhaisa,
Asi tombo iya kwasheya
Muthu ndi muthu wa khakha,
Lwanu lwovhesa over

Asiuri nda sa ni funi,
No no cheatah lungana?
Ndari lwashu alunga gumi,
Na zwifha lungana
Ani chena zwikhala,
Lufuno lwo fhela
Ndachiri doni mala,
Nda codi zwifhela

Chorus

Ahuchena chikhala,
The bridge is broken
Ahucha wecheya lufunoni,
Bbe remain there
Tell yah frnds to back off,
Coz am nolonger yah bbe
Ahucha difha lufunoni,
Mah lady I moved on

Vers2

Zwovha zwonaka richimbila majita E amazing
Nda chi ndofhedza uni guda,
Mara nga ngomu ni poison
Novha nichi bilufhadza,
Almost ndo valelwa prison
Sometimes nda di tukufhadza, I was pain-
Ndani fha chinwe chanceh

Ndoni thembesa,
Uri mu2 ha thembiwi ndo vhona nga inwi
No no furesa,
Neri nia zwifha lufunoni ahu zwifhiwi
Chi mufunesa,
Uri ndia mufuna zwono duma nyana kusini
We aren’t together,
And I’m happy ndico takalela decision

Chorus

Vers 3

[Mbilu yanga noi vhaisa]
Na khakha ngau loser manners
Nda chi vhenga you takadza haters
Na chooser you takadza haters

Nda chifuna 100%
Ndani themba 100%
Na nanga udzi tsitsa percent
Na tsitsa percent X2

Migos – What The Price lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Ricky Racks
Yeah…. yeah….. yeah
Tell me…. the price
Tell me… the price (yeah, yeah)
Tell me the price (yeah)
Tell me the price (yeah, yeah)
No surprise

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price? (Prices, prices, going up)
Woo! (Prices, prices, price)
The bitch bad, I slide (prices, price is, going up)
Hold on, yeah (prices, prices, price)
What’s the price? (What’s the price? Prices going up, prices)
Hold on (Price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (going up)
Hold on (woo woo woo, price)

[Post-Hook: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa, slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds

[Verse 1: Takeoff & Quavo]
Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell me what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap, you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out, clear me out

[Hook: Takeoff, Quavo & Offset]
What’s the price? (Prices, prices, going up)
Woo! (Prices, prices, price)
The bitch bad, I slide (prices, prices, going up)
Hold on, yeah (prices, prices, price)
What’s the price? (What’s the price? Price is going up, prices)
Hold on (Price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (going up)
Hold on (woo woo woo, price)
Shit goin’ up, you know what I mean? Offset!

[Verse 2: Offset]
I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the i8 and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than the old (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the Dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches, they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skrrt skrrt)
Pink slip for the ride (skrrt skrrt)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (no cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price? (What’s the price? price is going up, prices)
Hold on (price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (going up)
Hold on (woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

Migos – T-Shirt lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Neck water faucet, mockingbirds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting (nat)
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky (rocky)
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
Bitches call me papi, ‘sace that’s my hobby (‘sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O’Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain’t no need for me to cock it (uh)
Niggas get to droppin’ when that Draco get to poppin’ (frrr)
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (the cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga, I don’t do deposits (uh-uh)
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics
I’ma get that bag, nigga, ain’t no doubt about it (yup)
I’ma feed my family, nigga, ain’t no way around it (family)
Ain’t gon’ never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin’ with the hammer
Talkin’ country grammar, nigga
Straight out Nawf Atlanta (Nawf side)

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told you
Mama told me not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
1995, 2005
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties, real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies, all-time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon’ bite like vultures (vultures)
Way back when I was trappin’ out Toyotas (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma hit the gas, 12 can’t pull me over (twelve)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin’ drank in sodas

[Verse 3: Offset]
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon’ clone, sir
Stop all that flexin’, young nigga don’t wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin’ off the stage in the crowd, it’s a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke ’cause she don’t own shit
Mama asked me, “Son, when the trappin’ gon’ quit?”
I been ridin’ round through the city in my new bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you, mama told you

Migos – Out Yo Way lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
I wanna say, you always going out your way
Cancel all your plans, you will understand
You probably got your hands full, whatever goal you pursue
All this pain, we can live through it, it’s called success

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I won’t ask the bitch unless she goin’ to get it
It might take a minute, but she’ll be sure to get it
Just to pass the test, I won’t act the best
I got Actavis, there’s nothing I can’t ask the bitch, no
Not one missed call, no missed calls, hell nah, nah
She got a man, can’t get involved, no, nah, nah
She still going all ways every time I call
We gonna ball today, aye, we gonna ball tomorrow
I put this weight on like I put a cape on
Now that this fame came, I can see the hate on you
Mama told me stay strong, grandma told me stay on
Now she looking down, throwin’ blessings

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Go out your way and come out
Go out your way to mom’s house
Go out your way, so out your way
You going out your way to come back around
You go out your way, you keep cool
You go out your way, you break rules
Go out your way, so out your way
You’re going out your way, you can’t lose
Vacay trips to Cancun, spaceships, trips to the moon
Never likes to tell the truth
Head full of hair, but the cat well groomed
Plan a trip to Peru (plan it), charter jet, me and you
You going out your way, way out your way
So I had to do this for you
Jackpot, hit the right spot, so she had to get a tattoo
It’s some dirt and hurt, but ain’t perfect
And she gone always, come through
Hold me down, either good or bad
Never switch or act brand new
Go out your way and wasn’t told to
So I made this song just for you

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah, yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
I put my heart and my soul in it
Get to the money, then double it
All of these bitches, they loving me
But you had my back from the other beef (yeah)
She bending over, back for me
Made a deal that you wouldn’t cross, lie to me
It was so many people that doubted me
Shit talk, shit talk, bullets start to let off
Jack Frost, Jack Frost, wrist cost a whole house
Blast off, blast off, my career gon’ blast off
We don’t need y’all, want y’all, we don’t have to ask y’all
I been fucking on the gnats, nigga, all day
Ride through the city, yeah, the ball way
We was trappin’, cappin’ all through the hallway
Everybody said that we would fall away
Nobody thought that we would go up
But we blew up, blew up, blew up
Fuckin’ on a thot on the tour bus
Going out your way for the two of us

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah, yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Goin’ to Chi-land with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to God my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em, please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God, he saved my life from kick doors (God!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

[Verse 2: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Migos – Deadz lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Produced by: Cardo]

[Intro: Migos]
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’, I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz!
Gang bang, slang ‘caine, heroin, half a ton
“Purple Haze”, Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got dames by the double, do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t don’t stutter (rra!)

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle
I keep the banger, my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love it
But niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gon’ fake it
If they got a problem, my niggas gon’ straighten it
Niggas debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice, tell ’em come take it
Have people tell me that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin’ shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me I gotta stay humble
But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience

[Verse 4: Offset]
Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon’ bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangsta

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Migos – Danger lyrics

(feat. Marshmello)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Tryna get demons up outta me (demons)
Turn to a beast, eat your arteries (beast)
Deceasing opponents so properly (opponent)
Unleashing the dark side what got to me (dark)
We come to take this shit over (hey)
Foot on the gas, hear the motor (skrrt)
Switchin’ my thoughts, I’m bipolar (woo)
I stare in the eyes of a cobra (sss)
Say you want smoke, come get it (come on)
You wanna play dumb, I’m wit’ it (wit’ it)
I’m about to take over the city (hey)
I came with my committee, gang with it (gang)
Came for the bag and the profit (bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Nigga, you ain’t scare nobody (boo)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
In my right mind, I can ride right ’til I road rage
Cold-cold case, cold case
Skeleton on my left wrist, in that soul place
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Searchin’ for the bag and the prize (bag)
On a mission lookin’ for them bad guys
Can’t run no play over my head, I’m real wise
Look at his eyes, wide, think he traumatized
Take me as a joke, I’ma hang ’em on the rope (rope)
‘Cause where I’m from, we don’t play like that on nawf side (no)
Better not freeze ’cause we know you’re gon’ choke (choke)
Talk behind my back but your shots backfired
I know you tried but you never could survive
I see the fear that’s in your eyes (eyes)
Run like Forrest, they tryna hide
They criticize in disguise (criticize)
They know I can only tell the truth (truth)
They know all you do is tell lies (lies)
I’m about to take over the city, tell me you just with it
‘Cause I know my squad gon’ ride (ride)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
In my right mind, I can ride right ’til I road rage
Cold-cold case, cold case
Skeleton on my left wrist, in that soul place
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Bridge: Offset]
Come on, say you want smoke come get it (wit’ it)
You wanna play dumb, I’m with it (gang, gang, bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

Migos – Culture lyrics

(feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
They try to play us, they play themselves
(808 Mafia) This the intro
For all you fuckboys that ever doubted the Migos
You played yourself! (Another one)
Fuckboy, bow down

[Hook: Takeoff & DJ Khaled]
Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt)
I act an ass, baboon
Wrappin’ that dope, cocoon
Young rich nigga in the room
Finesse a nigga, no raccoon
Spendin’ M&M’s in June
Took a trip to Cancun
CULTURE album comin’ soon (Another one)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, I bought the Benz off the lot
Just to give your ho a lift
I’m havin’ the sauce in the refrigerator
Just make sure you bring the chips
Ayy, it’s a fuck nigga in the back
Just look at him, look at him plot
He prolly think it’s a club light
But really it’s the red dot

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Fucked a bitch and hit the lot
Nigga fumblin’ with the pot
I broke my wrist in the pot
Hit the block, brought back a knot
JJ Watt is on the block (woop woop)
Kept me runnin’ from the cops
Don’t buy the car, we want the lot (skrt skrt)
I need everything in stock
Act pints in the attic
Pussy niggas puttin’ on an act (act)
Fucked the bitch and broke her back
I fucked the bitch and gave her back
Thumbin’ through a hundred
Thumbin’ through a hundred racks
Know you ain’t one hundred
Your chain might get snatched
I wanna whip up some pies today
How many niggas gon’ ride today?
How many niggas gon’ slide and grab on they nine
When I say it’s time to slay?
Jump in the crowd and get live today
Heard you talkin’ through the wire today
I’ma pull up with that fire, aim at his eye
I bet he gon’ die today

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Yeah, screw that lil’ tip on that dirty lil’ Uzi (yeah)
I put a seven in a thot coochie (yeah)
Niggas get money, don’t know how to use it (yeah)
I whipped up the babies, Harambe, abused it

[Verse 4: Offset]
The value went up in the stocks
Tired of runnin’ from the cops (12)
Pourin’ lean on the rocks (mud)
Mink fur, that’s a fox (vrrt)
Quarter million in the vault (quarter K)
I’ma let the semi talk (whole K)
Now he swimmin’ with the dolphins
Perky got me feelin’ nauseous
Don’t come around with the nonsense (uh-uh)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
CULTURE
How the fuck you fuckboys ain’t gon’ act
Like Migos ain’t reppin’ the culture?
They rep the culture from the streets
Fuckboy, bow down
CULTURE album soon come
Another one

[Hook: Takeoff & DJ Khaled]
Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt)
I act an ass, baboon
Wrappin’ that dope, cocoon
Young rich nigga in the room
Finesse a nigga, no raccoon
Spendin’ M&M’s in June
Took a trip to Cancun
CULTURE album comin’ soon (Another one)

Migos – Call Casting lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Act (Act!)
Put the backends in the back
Draco on me, it’s attached
Name a nigga with the pack
Name a nigga with the sack
Elem’ o’clock, I got the MAC (MAC)
She eat the molly like a snack (eat it up)
This gold on my neck a plaque
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack (eat it up)
Rob the plug if he tax (tax)
Sip the lean and relax (drink it up)
Park the Lamb in the back (skrt, skrt)
Big dog, you a cat (cat)
Rich in the matte black (skrt, skrt)
Twenty hoes to be exact (yeah)
I need ten, that’s a dime
Want a nickel, that’s a five
One to fly, one to slide
One to glide, ain’t got time
Put a thirty on my .9
For a nigga out of line
Mama cryin’, niggas dyin’
Wonder why I done gripped the fire, yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Brr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr-rr
Pot (skrr skrr)
Niggas tried to send a thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp’, corner shot (brrr)
Eight-ball, corner pocket (ayy)
White boys in the game
Call ’em Andy Milonakis (yeah)
He won’t hesitate to shoot ’em
Private jet to Bermuda (woo)
I knew I been had sauce (who)
‘Cause I was fuckin’ on my tutor (who)
Truck backin’ up the dually
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a Cup O’ Noodles
I fucked the game, Kama Sutra
I got M’s on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coco
Told her read between the lines (coco)
J’s out there snitchin’, yeah
Heard it through the vine (J’s)
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time, yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo woo woo woo woo, packs
I paid the ticket, get you whacked (brrr)
I chop the brick with the axe (hey)
The cookie smellin’ like a casket (cookie)
I’m sellin’ crack in my Rafs
Put the addy in the nav
He steady poppin’, know it’s cap
I hit the jungle, then adapt (rarr)
30 thousand on the couch (30 bars!)
All my bitches from an app
Instagram and the Snaps
I bet a hundred on the craps
I’m good on shawty, do without (ooh)
She fucking niggas for the check
I’ma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo, Corsa on a bitch (skrt)
I poured a four, Actavis (Act)
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bitch
Won’t give a kiss ’cause I know you suck dick (mwah)
Spent you a hundred, Philippe on your wrist (Patek)
Twenty-five pointers, one fist (points)
Twenty-five bitches on list (twenty-five)
Kel-tec, rubber band grip (brrr)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

Migos – Brown Paper Bag lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Hah (know what I mean), pussy
Fuck all these niggas man
Yeah, we havin’ this shit too, nigga
Yeah, young nigga havin’ this money and shit
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, yeah for real

[Hook: Offset]
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch?, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These bitches went missing when I was just hurtin’ (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin’

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset!
I’m ’bout to sign your bitch (sign her)
Let me remind ya bitch (remind ya)
I am a walkin’ lick (lick)
But I am with the shits (I’m with it)
Click, click, click, click, shoot and I sprung my wrist (bla)
Money is over a bitch (money)
Go to the mall in a Bentley (wwrrr)
Money is bigger than Winfrey’s
Sippin’ codeine out a Simply’s
I do not fuck with the enemy (no!)
30,000 to the dentist
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We pull up where we got no (bidness)
We fuckin’ these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
I’ma go get me a bag (bag)
They gon’ be bitter and mad (mad)
They already know it’s a fact (they know)
Go to the show with a gat

[Hook: Offset]
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch?, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurtin’ (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin’

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo
I put your bitch on Henny, on Henny and Coca (coca)
You saying your wrist is rocky, well I got some boulders (Rocky Balboa)
Ice on my neck, cold shoulder (ice)
You talkin’ ’bout modern day rap, but don’t know the CULTURE
50 bands in the motor (bands)
12 can’t pull me over (skrr)
Snowball, think it’s polar
Hotline, Motorola (brrrt)
Fancy bitches, go get the bag, the baddest bitches (bad)
Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the Forbes edition (Forbes)
Brown paper bag (oh)
When you get it make sure you count your racks (racks racks whoo)

[Hook: Offset]
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she calling me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put on her Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
This was a part of the plan, get millions is working

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Brown paper bag (bag)
Wad full of cash (cash)
Paparazzi flash
Jeweler gave me glass (splash)
Never look back at my past
Sip slow and live fast (Actavis)
I ended up in first place but I swore a nigga started last (I swear)
I was born empty-handed but a nigga knew I had to get a bag (knew it)
I was raised by my mama, so a nigga never really had a dad (never)
Remember that lick we had hit? (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (ah man)
That wasn’t part of the plan (had to)
Take out the tape from the cam (here)
No evidence on who I am (nah)
‘Cause I can’t afford to get jammed (uh-uh)
Cuffin’ bitches, I don’t stand ’em (nobody)
All my bitches, yeah, I share ’em (bitch)
Fuck ’em, but you gotta pay ’em (pay up)
Break the bread up with the fam

Migos – Big On Big lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Big on big
Big on big
Big on big

[Hook: Takeoff]
If you havin’ paper and I’m havin’ paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m havin’ acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trappin’ that gas, you trappin’ that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub, you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You drivin’ a Jag, I’m pushin’ a Benz
How you gon’ big on big?
What you talkin’ about? We done been did
How you gon’ big on big?

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
How you gon’ big on big?
How you go Sig on Driz?
How you pour one up the seal?
How you gon’ do what I did?
Nigga don’t know how it feel
How you gon’ say you is real?
Nigga lyin’ sayin’ he havin’ Act’ seal
But we both know that ain’t real
Nigga lyin’ ’bout a quarter mill
He ain’t touch it or know how it feel
Nigga talkin’ ’bout they independent
Turned around and 360 the deal
Nigga walkin’ ’round with 30s on them
But they know they ain’t ready to kill
All my niggas havin’ cookie bags
Vacuum sealed and ready to sell
M&M in the mail, I done took a lot of L’s
Hundred niggas with the shells, goin’ big, whale
Pullin’ out V12, pickin’ up a plate at Kelz

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Can’t go big on big)
We the biggest shit poppin’, wrist water, no faucet
Bando to a mansion, you havin’ condo status
Can’t go big and braggin’, havin’ real big passion
Ever since I was a lil boy, yeah, I’m havin’ Huncho status
Can’t compare to this, I’m takin’ all the risks
Know how to solve a problem, know how to sell a brick
You might be poppin’ them bottles, I’m poppin’ them bottles and models
You might be ridin’ American, my whips is foreign, the throttles
You tryna go big on big?, stop it
I put a big.. hole… in your pocket
They say they ridin’ around the city broke
That’s ’cause they tryna keep up with the ‘cho (keep up!)
Eyes closed, whippin’ it blind fold
She get on that blow, get bi-polar
Six cell phones and I ain’t social
Still goin’ big, cup like Magnolia

[Hook: Takeoff]
If you havin’ paper and I’m havin’ paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m havin’ acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trappin’ that gas, you trappin’ that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub, you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You drivin’ a Jag, I’m pushin’ a Benz
How you gon’ big on big?
What you talkin’ about? We done been did
How you gon’ big on big?

[Verse 3: Offset]
How you gon’… flex on the squad?
When you know… the bag is large?
Where were you.. when times was hard?
It’s pitiful, how you gon’ big when we extra large?
Four car garage…. two bad broads
I don’t flex or floss…. I’m a rockstar
With no guitar, Lambo avatar (Lambo)
Sippin’ on some tar (Act) I’m livin’ above the bar
Wrist on froze, wrist on froze (ice)
Your lil’ hoe… been my hoe (smash smash)
Green Lambo… Piccolo (skrr skrr)
Diamonds drippin’ on me, Nickelodeon (splash)
You goin’ too big, you talkin’ ’bout money, you bother me
(you makin’ me sick)
I own all of my cars, jewelry, and I got property
(I got some property)
Building these houses in places, I’m playing Monopoly
Please do not talk to me
You don’t do nothin’, you obsolete

[Hook: Takeoff]
If you havin’ paper and I’m havin’ paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m havin’ acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trappin’ that gas, you trappin’ that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub, you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You drivin’ a Jag, I’m pushin’ a Benz
How you gon’ big on big?
What you talkin’ about? We done been did
How you gon’ big on big?

[Outro: Quavo]
Can’t go big on big
Can’t go big on big
Can’t go big on big
Can’t go big on big

DJ Shadow – Systematic lyrics

(feat. Nas)

(Silicon Valley Soundtrack)

[Verse 1: Nas]
The system will defeat itself
Nothing stays in a steady state, it overheats and melts
It only feeds itself, the system
Yo, I think it exists just because, like a pit eats its pups
Eats its own litter up
The system’s fucked, it’s corrupt
It’s for its own survival, it’s genocidal
No place or origin, no beginning cycle
Let’s occupy all streets
It’s crazy to think in the ’80s
I wanted minks, and a Benz to listen to Michael
And Grand Puba Maxwell and get cash while
I’m sippin’ on drinks
In Nike sweatsuits and Gucci links
I’m like a Russian mob figure, I’m mad low
In the shadows, big up to Shadow
DJ Shadow arose to throw blows
Can’t see me but Nas moving the fastest
I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses

[Chorus: Nas]
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression

[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Systematic
Systematic

[Verse 2: Nas]
I wish I was an arms dealer to sell illegal arms in the hood
No backup check, put cash in my palms and we good
Lack of respect get you to fall where you stood
Mathematics is God’s language, it’s in my blood
Art, music, letters and numbers
I’m a vessel, I’m humble
Meeting startups, I invest if I want to
Transforming global markets with all of my partners
Methodical corporate culture, straight out the projects
What’s the ingredients to the realest?
Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet
A half a cup of water, add some Henny
Let it cook for eight minutes, but you ain’t finished
Let it simmer ’til the cranberry pop a little—keep stirring, sip it
It’s art like Keith Haring
It gets in your blood, you start to feel what I’m feeling
Don’t listen, just try to feel what I’m feeling

[Chorus: Nas]
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression

[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Systematic, uh
Systematic

[Outro]
World first
Remember the past
Cherish the present and work for tomorrow
The time is now
*scratching* Time is now