MIGOS Slanging

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Slanging Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Hook: Offset]
In the trap house we be slanging
Dope boys on the block slanging
J’s want the dope so we slanging
Run up with the work we cut your fingers
Slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging
Dope boys on the block slanging
In the trap my nigga we be slanging
The J?s want the dope so we slanging
This one for my niggas that be slanging
In the trap trynna get rich, slanging
In the trap whipping a brick, slanging
Cooking and whipping a fish, slanging
Slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging
(Ooh) slanging, slanging, slanging (dope boy)
Slanging (trap house)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Gansta? niggas twisting they fingers (ganstas) dope boys on the block and they slanging
I don?t do no loses, all my niggas they gaining
I got every foreign car my nigga you name it (skrtt)
We up in the game, my niggas not in the bleachers
Trapping and capping to 20 thousand a feature
Trapping famous amous, my niggas they be slanging
Pull out the pistol I put it in your mouth, you eating the chamber
You think that it?s a game, my bullets kickin liu kang (waaa)
When you in the trap can nobody know your real name (Chapo)
When you getting to the money niggas wanting your change
Nigga, I rather be rich I never wanted the fame
Penitentiary chances got me selling cocaine
I be shopping in the mall a couple thousand Balmain
When I?m done shooting the chopper, you gon? need you a cane
Slang, slang, slang 50 thousand my ring (we slanging)

[Hook: Offset]
In the trap house we be slanging
Dope boys on the block slanging
J?s want the dope so we slanging
Run up with the work we cut your fingers
Slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging
Dope boys on the block slanging
In the trap my nigga we be slanging
The J?s want the dope so we slanging
This one for my niggas that be slanging
In the trap trynna get rich, slanging
In the trap whipping a brick, slanging
Cooking and whipping a fish, slanging
Slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging
(Ooh) slanging, slanging, slanging (dope boy)
Slanging (trap house)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
You a fuck nigga, you ain?t banging young nigga
Word on the street you a single, my nigga
Talking to the fed you will bring in the pistol
Word on the street you a finger-fuck nigga
Niggas get close I will burn you like toast, and you know they
Saying Quavo be doing the most (doin the most)
Word on the street you be telling the folks,
when we catch you in the hood we gon smoke you like a port
My money long, nigga your money short
Only finger-fuck going on is the dope
Got some tools in my house like it?s [?]
Got the plug pulling up on a [?]
She hit the rapper when she gonna choke
Then I told Carlito to come with some more
Some more Iggy Azalea, some more Kurtis Blow
Quavo [?] predict it?s gon? snow

[Hook: Offset]
In the trap house we be slanging
Dope boys on the block slanging
J?s want the dope so we slanging
Run up with the work we cut your fingers
Slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging
Dope boys on the block slanging
In the trap my nigga we be slanging
The J?s want the dope so we slanging
This one for my niggas that be slanging
In the trap trynna get rich, slanging
In the trap whipping a brick, slanging
Cooking and whipping a fish, slanging
Slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging, slanging
(Ooh) slanging, slanging, slanging (dope boy)
Slanging (trap house)

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MIGOS Trap Problems

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Trap Problems Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Intro: Quavo]
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
No, no, no, no

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
The way that I whip it no Chef Boyardee they wanna know the recipe
I pop a pint, and I pop me a eight, now I’m movin’ slower than a centipede
Twenty bitches runnin’ round the lobby, suckin’, fuckin’ just to say they did it
I done fucked so many bitches, I saw many ass and titties, it’s ridiculous
Get on my knees and I pray and forgive me for my sins know I do the wrong and rights
Situation feel right when I’m wrong, but a nigga feel wrong when I’m right
Gianni Versace cover my eyesight
Kid Cudi nigga trappin’ day and night
I be in the water with the sharks and they bite
These real diamonds, nigga, we will knock it off the lights

[Hook: Quavo]
All my niggas from the slums, only girl I love is my momma
All my niggas from the bottom, we gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
If we ever have a problem, my niggas pull up with choppers

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
I’m the one they talkin’ bout with [?] ‘n’ ’em
Walkin’ round the city with a nine in my pants and a [?]
Yo bitch suckin’ on me and she tryna get all of my (All of my Benjamins!)
Switcharoo your bitch, we flippin’ that ho like a spatula
For real my nigga don’t run up on me cause you niggas don’t know me
Niggas that know me don’t show me cause they know I got it on me
Feel like The Rock I’m giving out people elbows to all you Jabronis
You talkin’ hundreds with [?]
Your niggas loaners my owners
Macaroni cottage cheese, 20 bandz in my Balmain jeans
No limit Master P, bout it bout it on the scene
When I take a piss, I see codeine
Hotboxin’ backwoods in the lambo, can’t breathe
If I smoke then it’s expensive weed, I give you the sack if you find the seed

[Hook: Quavo]
All my niggas from the slums, only girl I love is my momma
All my niggas from the bottom, we gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
If we ever have a problem, my niggas pull up with choppers

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Came up from the bottom, now a nigga having power
Used to trap and slang powder, new Rolly ice on my hours
I got the bird like a owl, I’m in New York smokin’ on sour
Look at you niggas is cowards, the bricks surrounded like flower
I got her sangin’ just like Mya, suckin’ and fuckin’ until she get tired
Feeling like Donald Trump, bitch you is fired
All my niggas blowing up like a fuckin’ tire
Late nights in the bando feel like The Wire
My niggas heard that you snitchin, where is your wire?
And it’s 50 thousand dollars just to put me on the flyer
Said it’s 50 thousand dollars just to put me on the flyer!

[Hook: Quavo]
All my niggas from the slums, only girl I love is my momma
All my niggas from the bottom, we gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
We gon’ never have trap problems
If we ever have a problem, my niggas pull up with choppers

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MIGOS Came From Nothing

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Came From Nothing Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

This is for all my young niggas, forreal

[Hook: Quavo]
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young nigga came from nothing
So, Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
So, Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Imma get money forever
Young nigga, I was rebellious
My momma told me they was jealous, forreal
I had to kick me a door
I was trapping on the Nawf
Now it’s 40 thousand for a show, forreal
Takeoff just bought the whole seal (That’s Raheem)
Play with the water like I’m Navy Seal
I’m having choppers on my nigga, fuck how you feel
Bout it, bout it like I’m No Limit having independent deal
My plug coming in on a boat (Eduardo)
I swear to god that’s the realest shit a nigga never wrote
Take your hoe, take her shopping, buy her coats
Get her Chanel so she won’t never tell
16, when I dropped off the porch
18, I was juugin’ the bales
I’m from the Nawf, throw up your hood
For my niggas, we lost
Pour out a pint of the mud
I know to keep it 100
My niggas keep it 100
We all about making some money
Cause my niggas came from nothing

[Hook: Quavo]
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young nigga came from nothing
So, Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
So, Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Imma get money forever, my niggas they clever
However my niggas get cheddar
I know some niggas that whippin’ Cinderella, wrist spinnin’ like a propeller
Black and white Margielas like a Goodfella
Sold out arenas, performing at Coachella
Niggas don’t know better, so don’t do better but if you knew better, then you would do better
Young nigga play with that rock like Carmelo, Anthony
Big booty bitches like J-Lo, Lopez
That ain’t codeine, boy that’s carol
I’m getting Milwaukee Bucks, O.J. Mayo
They want the Migos to go solo
They don’t know that that is a no-go
I get that gadget go go
It’s outta here like Albert Pujols
Roll up a backwood, kickin shit like judo
Balling on niggas like Juco
Taking niggas chain like Deebo
Woop ’em, now we call ’em Rico
Still sippin’ Actavis, keep that on the dlow
Cause nowadays pint like a brick of gold
I know some niggas that you snatch out your soul
Nigga come and wipe yo nose
Young nigga get to the money, my nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Got rich off of snow bunny trapping and capping them onions, lil nigga, lil nigga
Fuck the mansion, go back to the bando, we don’t want no company nigga, no company nigga
No more interviews, no more discussions, im closing door on these niggas
I dont even wanna talk to these niggas

[Hook: Quavo]
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young niggas came from nothing
Young nigga came from nothing
So, Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
So, Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever
Imma get money forever

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MIGOS Rich Nigga Still Trappin’

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Rich Nigga Still Trappin’ Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Intro – Quavo:]
Dj Durel, pow pow pow, give ’em hell
Yeah
I’m a rich nigga
You thought I ain’t still in these streets nigga?
Might catch me out there now

[Hook – Quavo:]
Rich nigga still trapping
Im rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your trap
I’m a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga still robbin’
Rich nigga still mobbin’
Rich bricks circumcise ’em
Rich nigga making plays all on the island
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]
Rich nigga still hittin’ licks with that dirty stick
Rich nigga still hit the highway with bout 50 bricks
Put 50 thousand in the hood I ain’t touching shit
Told that bitch she better cook it good, she better break her wrists
Young nigga got my first sack it was a Vick
Remember running in them houses sometimes I ain’t come out with shit
Put that cocaina on your nose, I’m guarenteed that your nose gonna itch
When I seen my first hundred dollar bill I ain’t look back since
They say Quavo why you got that pot I heard you rich nigga
I’m in to deep in the trap game drowning in a marijuana river
50 bags in the trash can put it on my tab
Rich nigga, I’m a rich nigga still jugging slabs

Hook – Quavo:]
Rich nigga still trapping
I’m rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your trap
I’m a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga still robbin’
Rich nigga still mobbin’
Rich bricks circumcise ’em
Rich nigga making plays all on the island
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas

[Verse 2 – Offset:]
Bitch nigga told on your partner you a snitch nigga
Trapping capping trying to make a million
Pulling in a Bentley hurt a nigga feeling
I got babies in the kitchen not talking children
30 round extension have you smelling like chitlins
Dexter lab in the kitchen do forensics
I’m the breadwinner niggas need me they depending
Six on my money, got drugs up in Franklin
I’m havin’ dabbin’ should?ve been a damn mannequin
You can see my diamond comin like I’m the ambulance
I’m ready for war migo gang like the taliban
I can’t trust these bitches had to learn my lesson
Shittin’ on you niggas like a intestine
Pistol popping, I’m the king like I’m Elvis
Got the trap game in a chokehold, full nelson
Rich nigga still trappin
Choppa clappin I was pappen
I didn’t have it, so I snatched it
Robbing the hood, I ain’t talking bout basket
It was tragic caught my nigga pistol lackin so I pack it
In the winter time I still got my ratchet
I’m ready for war pistol under my jacket

Hook – Quavo:]
Rich nigga still trapping
I’m rich I still bust it down
Rich nigga run in your trap
I’m a rich nigga still lay the fuck nigga down
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga still robbin’
Rich nigga still mobbin’
Rich bricks circumcise ’em
Rich nigga making plays all on the island
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas
Rich nigga, rich nigga, thats three crazy rich niggas

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MIGOS Forest Whitaker

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Forest Whitaker Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Hook: Quavo]
We got big guns like Marvin
I’m spittin’ fire like a arson
Hop out the Lam and don’t park it
You talking bout gas, we having a forest
Came from the gump, no Forrest
One eye open like I’m Forest
(Who you talkin’ ’bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn’t get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker
(Who you talkin’ ’bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn’t get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker

[Verse 1: Quavo]
2 million on the mansion, got a butler in it
And the nigga name is Cecil
I’m the last king on the North
So I gotta look out for my people
Mansion got a panic room in it
Dare a nigga try to break up in it
Came from the gump, I’m feeling like Forrest
Walking the trap I’m experimenting
Street kings off a bling bling
It’s a brand new day and a bird gon’ sing
Rich niggas on the same thang
Yung Rich Nation we just living the dream
All this gold like I’m livin’ in Zulu
Welcome to my kingdom like Shaka Zulu
I don’t want your hoe because she working voodoo
Spaghetti, Baguetti, don’t like it but you do
Forrest Whitaker

[Hook: Quavo]
We got big guns like Marvin
I’m spittin’ fire like a arson
Hop out the Lam and don’t park it
You talking bout gas, we having a forest
Came from the gump, no Forrest
One eye open like I’m Forest
(Who you talking bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn’t get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker
(Who you talking bout?) Forest Whitaker
If you didn’t get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Stake out for the check, Forest Whitaker
Bloodsport, shit can get physical
I like the color of money, they callin’ me Eamus like I’m Forest Whitaker
I’m riding the sprinter it’s bullet proof
No Forrest, but I’m in the phone booth
My diamonds shining take a peep at you
Canary yellow diamonds, Pikachu
Everyday’s Halloween we pulling out costumes
And these kids love me like I’m a cartoon
The streets are like the Vietnam war
When the bitches see me they get star struck
I can’t argue with no niggas, cause shit can get physical
Bullets come flipping and it was critical
I don’t think I hit ’em, but I know I hit ’em cause they calling them Whitaker

[Hook: Quavo]
We got big guns like Marvin
I’m spittin’ fire like a arson
Hop out the Lam and don’t park it
You talking bout gas, we having a forest
Came from the gump no Forrest
One eye open like I’m Forest (who you talking bout?)
Forest Whitaker, if you didn’t get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker
Forest Whitaker, if you didn’t get the picture
My niggas keep the big missiles
Break in your safe house like Whitaker

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MIGOS Burnt Out

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Burnt Out Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Intro: Quavo]
Hey you remember that young nigga we seen in the hood
Aha, hell yeah
That nigga burnt out
You remember he came out and told me that shit man

[Hook: Quavo]
You turn a dollar to a million
In a trap I look like a chameleon
I don’t give a fuck about no nigga feelings
Got the chopper for the victims
Mumma told me to go kill em’
So I’m in an all black, like I’m John Wick
Open up the trunk, it’s a brick and a stick
That’s a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn)
That nigga burnt out
Burnt out
That nigga burnt out
On a highway with hundred pounds
That nigga burnt out
Young nigga trap out his Mumma’s house
That nigga burnt out
That nigga burnt out
Burnt out
Damn that nigga burnt out

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Twelve got him in interrogation
But he burnt out he ain’t singing
They’ll give a young nigga a life sentence
If they ever find a banger
He a young nigga still trapping and banging
Walk about just in his [?]
But he’s still in the kitchen and whipping the pot
Watching the dope look like it Kurt Angles
Hit the pot at every angle
In the kitchen and too cook it in [?]
I don’t really fuck with strangers
Never know he could be saying
If you want a hunnid we can arrange it
No refunds so it changes
You can test the dope with your pinky finger
Now he feeling like a Power Ranger

[Hook: Quavo]
You turn a dollar to a million
In a trap I look like a chameleon
I don’t give a fuck about no nigga feelings
Got the chopper for the victims
Mumma told me to go kill em’
So I’m in an all black, like I’m John Wick
Open up the trunk, it’s a brick and a stick
That’s a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn)
That nigga burnt out
Burnt out
That nigga burnt out
On a highway with hundred pounds
That nigga burnt out
Young nigga trap out his Mumma’s house
That nigga burnt out
That nigga burnt out
Burnt out
Damn that nigga burnt out

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The nigga walking with a dirty stick
Burnt out he looking sick
Robbing, finessing everything [?]
That nigga [?] cause he’s taking shit
That nigga fifteen and he with the shit
His brother just caught a chop for a brick
He sent the little bitch on a trip
To pick up some shit from the Mexicans
Momma preaching like a reverend
He a rookie wanna be a veteran
All he wanted was a necklace
And his his trap game be excellence
He like the boot of a Hannah Montana
Young nigga burnt out like I blew out the candles
No ski-mask got it bad but she said fuck the cameras
Rocking with a dirty [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
You turn a dollar to a million
In a trap I look like a chameleon
I don’t give a fuck about no nigga feelings
Got the chopper for the victims
Mumma told me to go kill em’
So I’m in an all black, like I’m John Wick
Open up the trunk, it’s a brick and a stick
That’s a life sentence, caught a mill on my wrist (damn)
That nigga burnt out
Burnt out
That nigga burnt out
On a highway with hundred pounds
That nigga burnt out
Young nigga trap out his Mumma’s house
That nigga burnt out
That nigga burnt out
Burnt out
Damn that nigga burnt out

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MIGOS Back To The Bando

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Back To The Bando Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
Trapping out the houses, where we came from
Trapping out the houses, where we at
Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
Trapping out the houses, where we came from
Trapping out the houses, that’s where we at
Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Trapping out the houses, with boards on the windows
A lot of y’all claim bandos but I know y’all pretenders
You know we the beginners, originate inventors
If you knocking at my bando more than twice you cannot enter
Fishscale rocking
Cooking in Versace
Niggas baller blocking
Feds still watching
Molly sent in, percocet, xans
Break a whole pound down, cap off extra grams
Trap season contact season, Uncle Sam
Bricks all white like the hair off of Sisqo
Pots real greasy like I wiped it down Crisco
Pulled up on a young nigga ask him what he lick for
50 packs in the hood because I made it rappin’
Gave a cutie to my niggas down the road I made it happen
Gave straps to my niggas that I knew was bout that action
Birds sangin’, Toni Braxton, in my trunk, I’m swerving traffic

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
Trapping out the houses, where we came from
Trapping out the houses, where we at
Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
Trapping out the houses, where we came from
Trapping out the houses, that’s where we at
Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Trapping out the houses, got more cheese than mouses
Kicking in your door, I’m looking for the fucking ounces
Wave around that chopper I’m intimidate spouses
Flipping over sofas, found a 100 in the couches
20 bales of soft, I let that alarm go off
Jerz know he slurred trippin to let one off
What the fuck nigga, you trippin’, you want the police to run up in the house?
He said he won’t give the key up to the safe, I’m bout to put this strap in his mouth
Back to the bando, we go
Back to the backseat they loving the flow
QC they call us Deathrow
We ain’t straight outta Compton, we straight out the Nawf
I’m in da city like Dro
Roll a backwood, no drough, lotta cookie dough (girl scout)
Broke niggas tickle me, Elmo
Bando part 2 on the radio
You niggas are Captain-Save-A-Hoe
I’m a bit better than a playa hoe
You niggas go to them local shows
My bank account is on overload
Y’all niggas ain’t put your wrist in the pot
Get you a knot, they go come to yo a spot
Trap out the bando, cause niggas they watch
Hit you artillery, niggas gon’ plot

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
Trapping out the houses, where we came from
Trapping out the houses, where we at
Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap
Trapping out the houses, boards on the windows
Trapping out the houses, where we came from
Trapping out the houses, that’s where we at
Trapping out the houses, trap trap trap

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MIGOS See What I’m Saying (Intro)

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS See What I’m Saying (Intro) Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

I’m having a problem
They copy the flow and they really think they out rapping me
This shit is a tragedy
So many rappers I used to look up to take after me
Then they get back to me, It keep coming back to me that we created a dynasty
Then they get back to me, It keep coming back to me that we created a dynasty

See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying? (what, huh?)
See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)

Everything change when the money flowing in ya hands
Got to stick to your plans
Momma taught me how to turn a boy into a man
Just me and my brothers started from the bottom
Man I’d never know what I’d do without them

See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying? (what, huh?)
See what I’m saying? (See what I’m saying)

Got a dirty rifle sitting by the holy Bible cause the game is dirty like a dirty tower
What a feeling I’m having all of the power
Surrounded by killers and non of you cowards
I’m eating up rappers like Golden Corral

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying? (huhh)
See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying?
See what I’m saying?
See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying?
See what I’m saying?

Fell like I play for the dodgers making sacks Troy Polamalu
I been getting guala young Quavo a shotter you niggas imposters
Walk in the kitchen you think I cook pasta (cook it up, cook it up)
Nigga who shot ya, fuck with the squad and won’t know who got ya
The plug front a hunnid I made it right back cause I told him I got him
King of the jungle
They calling me Quavo Mufasa
When I came in with Versace they calling me Quavo Big Poppa
When I came in told em’ bando and taught em’ how to whip a [?]
When we drop Hannah Montana you whipped out your camera to see what I’m saying

See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying? (huhh)
See what I’m saying? (see what I’m saying)
See what I’m saying? (huhh)
See what I’m saying?
See what I’m saying? (huhh)
See what I’m saying?
See what I’m saying?

MIGO!

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MIGOS Recognition

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS Recognition Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Intro – Quavo:]
You know it feel good when your recognized
Recognized recognized, recognized
I just wanted to be
I didn’t know all this was gonna come with it

[Chorus – Quavo and Takeoff:]
I just wanted to be Recognized [x4]
Now I’m having recognition recognition, recognition
I just wanted to be recognized recognition, recognition
Now I’m having recognition

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]
I just want to be Recognized
Make my momma smile
Make my grand momma proud
Now I got recognition
Same people doubted see me on television tv
Pocket watching on a nigga chick
Recognize a nigga rolex
17 years old nigga kicking doors
Couldn’t even vote yet
Meditation of the mind was the greatest thing a nigga found
They recognize a nigga sound
And we didn’t let the world down
Started with a brick turned it to a foundation
Turn the foundation to an empire
I’m the founder of Yung Rich Nation
And I still get recognized by my old patients
With a snaggered tooth smile he said he happy that I made it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 – Takeoff:]
If I got the feeling that I weren’t recognized
I know I’d still be recognized in momma’s eyes
I’m in the trench coat for the skies
I keep the 45 on my waistline
Shoot your block down with the Glock like a alpine
Fuck it shoot the club up call me shine
These Balmains no Calvin Kleins
Flood my neck with that gold like Busta Rhymes
That Migos on the billboard worldwide we recognized
A lot of these niggas wanna be recognized
But these… jammed up not gonna do the time
I know some niggas they got acquitted
And they didn’t want tell and get crucified
I’m smoking on OG it ease my mind
Need some Visine cause I got the red eyes
Ain’t thinking bout a bitch I’m getting money cause these bitches come and go like
Now I’m recognized taking trips in my lamb I own it no enterprise
Looking at niggas can’t be mad at niggas cause niggas just want to be recognized

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Offset:]
Momma said recognize God
I recognized then momma had pain in her eyes
Though I walked through the shadow, the valley of death
I’m addicted to drank and I can’t even help it lean, lean, drank, drank
Pussy nigga taking selfies
Ask me for money I told that nigga no he go round the hood saying I’m selfish huh?
That’s the reason that I left him
Your momma keep calling say help
She didn’t recognized you were a failure
I wanted to be recognized
Went to the mall and bought me a 10 and told the school it caught me five
My OG taught me to be wise
Thanking the lord cause I’m recognized
VH1 you can go see it live
Now you see me shining now you want to ride skrr
They finally recognized
They copy the way we rhyme

[Chorus]

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MIGOS What A Feeling

Lyrics from robmerrera Sites MIGOS What A Feeling Lyrics, singer by MIGOS

[Intro – Quavo:]
Feelin’ great, whoa
Feelin’ aight, feelin’ okay, yeah
What a feeling
What a feeling!

[Hook – Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em’ hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin’ with extensions
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]
Talk to em’ Quavo
Takin’ back the streets you know I own
Trappin’ cap when momma ain’t at home
When she cook up the dope callin’ me alone
Kickin’ dough was my specialty
Mama told me she gon’ get at me
But I was worried ’bout the police
Runnin’ from 12 in a Gucci fleece
It’s a great feeling that they notice me
Came from bando to mansion to TV screen
No more trappin’ no more [?]
Now it’s double XL Migo magazine
Don’t get me wrong, I keep the magazine
Now I’m the last don, shout out to Master P
I pray to lord, devil don’t tackle me
What a great feelin’ million dollar me

[Hook – Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em’ hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin’ with extensions
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em’ hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin’ with extensions
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’

[Verse 2 – Takeoff:]
Trapped out the bando I really did it
Water whippin’ chickens, all these cameras in the kitchen
Breakin’ in the mitten, my nigga was sellin’ Whitney
Niggas come and get it cause I got a lower payment
What a fucking feeling giving money to the children
Bentley Mulsanne pulling up in project buildings
[?] with these niggas, walkin’ in the chinchilla
Ladies need to step aside, same one as the dealer
These niggas they hate me, but they can’t defeat me, I know why they envy me
What a feeling, how I got a hundred million all in cash and you niggas just look at me
VVSing for from my jeweler out in Cuba
I see fugazi diamonds on your Cuban link, 100, 000 ain’t nothin’ to me
Hit that bitch make her work for me, wanna fuck on the shower pole? Mimi

[Hook – Quavo:]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em’ hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin’ with extensions
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em’ hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin’ with extensions
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’
What a feelin’, what a feelin’

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