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lirik lagu john wic - same thang

[intro: quavo]
ricky racks
dj durel!
ay, give ’em h-ll
ay, ay
ay, ay, woo!

[hook: quavo]
all my n-gg-s workin’
trappin’, cappin, servin’
ballin’, james worthy
geekin’ off of perky
up early, trappin’ real early
cup real dirty, whatcha workin’?
migos having birdies (brrrr)
i don’t know ya, i ain’t servin’
got your main dame slurpin’
all my d-mn chains bling
cookie kickin’, liu kang
bruce lee shoot shane
john wic, john wayne
elliot nick no johnny dang
look at my clique, gang, bang (bang)
two b-tches, one me
they suckin’ and f-ckin’ the same thang

[verse 1: quavo]
pull out the lot
i’m in the drop
i pour a 8, then count up my knots
i bought a chevy, chevy t top
put it on skates, dope boy boss
i’m in the north whippin’ the pot
kick in yo’ door then i run through your spot
when i say, “we migos,” they’re sayin’ we hot
f-ck 12, i’m buckin’, they catch me or not
got bells, i just pulled a u-haul out
these n-gg-s is p-ssy, bring ru paul out
when i spray the chopper, i’m goin’ all out
500 thousand in my dog house
you n-gg-s is rats, i’m callin’ you mighty mouse
i jugged a cutie when it was a thigh out
i had a nina in mansion, no ca$h out
pull up the plug, better bring the whole bag out
feelin’ like flippa, but i gotta stash house
don’t like the xans, that sh-t make me p-ss out
dunk on a n-gg-, call me quavo stackhouse
she want my money, but i brought a rack out
heard that you got it so we bring the mac out
i know it’s trouble, john wic brought the mask out
i touched a fan, and then she p-ssed out
front and back end, they gon’ make you bring cash out

[verse 2: john wic]
i don’t know you so you know i’m not servin’
word on the street that the young n-gg- workin’
shock on a baby like i’m james worthy
sleep with the stick because i’m feelin’ nervous
convicted felons, they be geeking off perkys
trigger finger itching, shoot ’em on purpose
trapping cross the country, havin’ no service
pull up on him at his funeral service (pull up)
migo gang everything (migo gang)
yes i do gang bang (bang)
we are really not the same (no we’re not)
won’t miss, perfect aim
retaliation is a must, some of your partners can’t trust
i put the dope in my nuts, when the folks raided the bus
i drop a 4 on my cup
the money it give me a rush
shootin’ out hundred rounds, choppa flippin’ yo’ truck
feds taking pictures, like i give a f-ck
give that girl a buck, i bet she gon’ suck
when i touch a mill you might as well give up
ten fade, bullets linin’ you up
h-llcat, forgiato pull up
lindsay lohan in the trap cookin’ up

[verse 3: takeoff]
shoot shane, lu kang, same thang (kang)
ballman, balmain, same thang
wrist froze, elliot a (ice), no johny dang
surfboard, we the wave
tryna mix the food, i’ma put ’em on a plane
drinking act, you drinking the bombay
[?], i’m smoking it to the face
real street n-gg-s no fade, no case
hit a lick, put ten up in the safe
real sh-t n-gg- we paved the wave
own the game, n-gg- we changed the game
on the nawf n-gg-, i made my name
want the cash n-gg-, still f-ck the fame
i can’t change, that’s how i came
she look good, but sh-t she on ‘caine
can’t complain ’cause sh-t i’m on drank
sleep walking, up, just can’t think
popped a perc, she feel she gon’ faint
she can’t see, she feel like ray (charles)
she like the dab and the feng shui
she told me the dope grade a, pay [?]

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