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Wallows – Ground lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hang with a narcissist
Check something off my list
Before that I was stuck at home
Throw out your telephone
Ran with the wolves at night
Straight outta “Boys Don’t Cry”
Crashing the speed away
Staying at the games we play

[Chorus]
Speak out in a different language
Don’t mind, I can’t take my eyes off it
We were wanting to grow up every weekend
Now we’re watching the moments as they’re leaving

[Verse 2]
Losing the feeling now
Laugh when I hit the ground
And searching in the dark
Saying that she isn’t on

I don’t ever wanna go
Living in a memory, nothing to show
But I can let it get away hanging out the window
Nothing to say

[Chorus]
Speak out in a different language
Don’t mind, I can take my eyes off it
We were wanting to grow up every weekend
Now we’re watching the moments as they’re leaving

[Bridge]
Don’t let them take away all the games we played
Go on and take a bow, ’cause it’s over now

[Chorus]
Speak out in a different language
Don’t try, I can take my mind off it
We will run in to grow up every weekend
Now we’re watching the moments as they’re leaving

Wallows – It’s Only Right lyrics

[Verse 1]
New ways to spend all my time
Some’s gone and some doesn’t feel right
I need a notice to stay and I don’t think I’m gonna find it

You say you want, but never will
Just take it back and tell me no
It’s easier to be alone, than to be lied to

[Chorus]
Why’d you waste all the time
Back and forth in my mind
Clean it out, tell me now
Was it worth all the time?
You’re not here, with me dear
Can we go, through the years?
Take you there, every night
Say that it’s only right

[Verse 2]
White noise that plays in my head
Tried to recall the words you said
Can you sink into my dreams?
And then I’ll never wanna wake up

I hear you talk, when you’re not there
It comes at me from everywhere
Can you lose the rest of me
And take my mind away?

[Chorus]
Why’d you waste all the time
Back and forth in my mind
Clean it out, tell me now
Was it worth all the time?
You’re not here, with me dear
Can we go, through the years?
Take you there, every night
Say that it’s only right

[Bridge]
I’m wide awake, it feels like all the time
I need to know if it’ll be alright
I’m waiting on another day to fall
When you’re awake to hear my call
‘Cause it’s…
I’m wide awake, it feels like all the time
(Open, my door is open)
I need to know if it’ll be alright
(Please let me know when)
I’m waiting on another day to fall
(You’re coming home)
When you’re awake to hear my call

[Chorus]
Why’d you waste all the time
Back and forth in my mind
Clean it out, tell me now
Was it worth all the time?
You’re not here, with me dear
Can we go, through the years?
Take you there, every night
Say that it’s only right

Wallows – Let The Sun In lyrics

[Verse 1]
Help me darling now I’m feeling lonely
Help me darling now I feel afraid
Ah, help me darling now I’m feeling older
And I know, the time, it doesn’t wait

Help me darling now I’m feeling tired
Help me darling now I’m feeling low
But honey I just wanna let the sun in
Let the day just come and go

[Hook]
And I just want to find
Oh, I just want to find
All the secrets that you’re keeping inside
Oh, I do, I do

[Verse 2]
Help me darling now I’m feeling so lost
And help me darling now I’m feeling shy
With you I see the world completely different
With you I need no place to hide

[Hook]
And some would like it best if their headed for you chest
But I just wanna talk again tonight
And some would be okay, just washing you away
But I don’t wanna do that anymore
‘Cause it’s real

And now I know it’s real
Oh, yes I know, it’s real
And now I know, it’s love, oh it’s love, oh it’s love
Just let the sun in, it’s love, oh it’s love
Just let the sun in, it’s love, oh it’s love, ay
Just let the sun in, it’s love, oh I love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love
Oh, it’s love

Wallows – Pictures Of Girls lyrics

[Verse 1]
I see the end, you wait for nothing
You and I, we grew up in the suburbs
Now you’re gone, the city’s down a number
It is not the same without you around
Oh

[Verse 2]
I see you there, still shy but smiling
Now I find it hard to remember
All the times I tried to forget her
I’m hanging on to something real

[Chorus]
‘Cause pictures of girls are not for me, you see

[Outro]
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)

You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)
You should be down in Hollywood
(You should be down in Hollywood)

Dot Wiggin Band – Your Best Friend lyrics

Your best friend is your cat or your dog
Your horse or your hog

Your cat may scratch or want to play
When you’re not in the mood
But your cat will never turn its back on you

Your dog may bite or chase you around
But your dog will be there when you’re feeling down

Your horse may nip you or try to knock you off his back
But your horse will never pretend he’s something he’s not
No, he’ll never do that

Your hog may eat you out of house and home
But one thing’s sure, you’ll never be alone

When you think you’ve really found a friend
Prove it to yourself, test him

Some friends say they’ll stick by you through thick and thin
When things are going smooth, they are always right beside you
But when things start going rough
Friends that say they’ll be there never show up

Your pet won’t do that
He’ll be right there
You can tell your pet your every thought, your every care

Your best friend is your cat or your dog
Your horse or your hog
(Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow)
Some friends ask your advice on a matter
You tell them what you think and what you feel
But what do they do?
They turn their backs on you

If you don’t give them the answer they want to hear
They say you’re wrong, you’re just filling their ears

Your best friend is your cat or your dog
Your horse or your hog
So when you feel lonely and blue
Don’t turn to someone who won’t help you
But go, go to your pet
It makes no difference what’s troubling you
Your pet will always be there to comfort you

Dot Wiggin Band – Boo Hoo lyrics

You know I love you, oh yes, I do
And I do think that it’s true
That you really love me too
But you say no and I say boo hoo

You say you’ve met somebody new
That you’re in love, and I ask who
Then you tell me and I get blue
‘Cause it’s not fair, so I say boo hoo
‘Cause it’s a boo-boo

And I thought you thought we were meant to be
I guess that person turned out to be she
Who really matters

You know I think that you’re being cruel
Some would say that you are a fool
But I know that one day you’ll
Have somebody to make you say boo hoo

And you thought I thought that I would be so sad
But as it turns out, I am really so glad
You don’t really matter

You know I loved you, that was true
But I’m happy that we’re through
I have better things to do
Than sit at home and sayin’ boo hoo

Sayin’ boo hoo
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo, boo hoo)
Sayin’ boo hoo (Sayin’ boo hoo)

Dot Wiggin Band – I Could Be Your Hero lyrics

I wish I were a performer
And you were my fan
If I could be your hero (If I could be your hero)
You could be my man (You could be my man)

If you thought I was smart
If you thought I was neat
It would melt my heart
And make it skip a beat

If I had famous parents, would you pay attention
To every word I say?
I’d know you were lyin’, it would leave me cryin’
I hope you know that’s not the way to do things

I know it’s hard to love a person who can’t really see
But don’t get discouraged, it doesn’t have to be
I wish I had superpowers, how nice that would be
I’d make other girls invisible, so you’d have to look at me

I’d be drop-dead gorgeous (I’d be drop-dead gorgeous)
That you couldn’t stand (That you couldn’t stand)
If I could be your hero (If I could be your hero)
You could be my man (You could be my man)

If I had lots of money, would you think I’m funny
And laugh at every joke I tell?
I don’t think I’d like it when you go “ha ha ha”
You’re going straight to H-E-L-L-O, goodbye

I wish I were a performer
And you were my fan
If I could be your hero (If I could be your hero)
You could be my man (You could be my man)

‘Cause I know you don’t love me
But I think you can
If I could be your hero (If I could be your hero)
You could be my man (You could be my man)
If I could be your hero (If I could be your hero)
You could be my man (You could be my man)

Dot Wiggin Band – Just Another Crazy Day At The Farm lyrics

Sometimes things go right, sometimes things go wrong
There is no rhyme or reason, just the way things are
Sometimes things are good, sometimes things are bad
We can only do our best with what we have

Sometimes things are easy, sometimes things are hard
With all things considered
We chalk it up to just another crazy day at the farm
With all things considered
We chalk it up to just another crazy day at the farm

Some days are fun (Some days are fun)
Some days are sad (Some days are sad)
You’re tripping again and again to get it done

And all and all and all is well
And all and all and all is well
And all and all and all is well

With all things considered
We chalk it up to just another crazy day at the farm
With all things considered
We chalk it up to just another crazy day at the farm
With all things considered
We chalk it up to just another crazy day at the farm
With all things considered
We chalk it up to just another crazy day at the farm

(All and all and all is well)
(All and all and all is well)
(All and all and all is well)

Dot Wiggin Band – Love At First Sight lyrics

The first time I saw you, I knew it had to be
The first time I saw you, I knew you were the man for me
Ever since that morning, oh, ever since that day
You were in my thoughts, dear, in my thoughts you’ll stay

Do you know how much I love you?
Do you know how much I care?
Please tell me, darling
You’ll always be here

When we’re together, it’s like the sunshine after the rain
Everything is brighter and I’m happy again

Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you care
Please tell me, darling
You always, always want me

When we’re together, I feel entirely new
When we’re together, there’s a thousand things to do

I love you, darling
More than I can say
I love you, darling
In every way

If you really love me like you say you do
We can be together my whole life through
We can be together my whole life through

Dot Wiggin Band – My Cutie lyrics

The boy that lives next door to me
Sees me walking down the street
But he don’t look, he don’t speak
He don’t even notice me

Even though he does all these things
He’s still my cutie, my cutie

Every day it’s the same, every night there’s no change
He lives so close, and yet we’re so far away (Away, away)
Maybe it’ll all be different someday (Someday, someday)
Maybe it’ll all be different someday

Even though he don’t smile
He don’t think
He don’t even think of me
He’s still my cutie, my cutie

I don’t know why he don’t look
I don’t know why he don’t speak
I don’t know why he won’t even notice me
But that’s okay, I don’t mind
He will always be my cutie
No matter what he does
No matter what he says
He’s my cutie

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!)