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lirik lagu migos - 3 way ep (intro)

[intro: quavo]
3 way
3 way
3 way
migo
3 way
quavo!

[verse 1: quavo]
i’m attached to the stacks
still having big straps
phone tap running laps cross the map hot trap
50,000 on cr-ps
plug got that baby powder
these n-gg-s out here sour
80k perform for an hour
should of played for the dolphins
should of played for the saints
n-gg- saying it’s a drought
takeoff still having pints
still playing with that oil
still playing with that dope
might catch me on the nawf
still chopping it up with bo
i got b-tches out in florida
having b-tches out in georgia
new b-tch hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
cutting dope by georgia dome
high school no diploma
remember days on the nawf
now i’m quarterback a coach
better watch your approach when you pull up on the chos
yeah my n-gg-s having sticks
mama didn’t raise a b-tch
now your b-tch always call my phone for motherf-cking snow
today i just met the plug put him in the figure four
old quavo might just pull up and just kick a door n-gg-
free my n-gg- westside got 5 to the dope n-gg-
free my n-gg- kobe got 15 to the net
now i got some hired shooters with the [?]
i don’t mean no disrespect but i came for the checks
they free’d the savage set
concerts in quebec
put her on the grits
young n-gg- hitting them licks
no label 3
independent signed for bricks
[verse 2: offset]
(huh-huh) jumped off the porch
(huh-huh) picked up the fork
(huh-huh) stay with the torch
(huh) we did this sh-t from the nawf
(huh) n-gg-s be [?]
i’m with the sh-t i don’t give a f-ck
slaughter your daughter get p-ssed to my partner we f-ck her then call up an uber truck
f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
getting that pot do an uppercut
get in that p-ssy like cootie cutters
get you some money then live it up
pull out that stick he start hiccing up
you see the ski start b-tching up
stand on the stage and pipe it up
f-cking your hoe while you wife her up
i got the birds like mighty duck
swerve on the curb in the bentley truck
f-ck what you talking we pulling up
your face on the ground n-gg- pick it up
no label (huh-huh)
no label (huh-huh)
no label (nah)
i’m getting my own paper
i get your b-tch and slay her
i’m the president i’m not the mayor
diamonds got my body cold i got em’ bout four layers
i need a b-tch that look like drea
catching bricks off in the mail
nudie jeans
ice creams from pharrell
i’m a player

[verse 3: takeoff]
came in the game
knock at the door
n-body answered had to do a kick door
my n-gg-s they on the same sh-t
had to tell em’ what that bando was for
i know that we not from atlanta n-gg- what you think them two fingers and thumb for
and they been hating on me since i was a lil’ boy tell me something i don’t know
it’s been a long road
i put in work but no cheat code
pen on paper like kinko
never look back and won’t sell my soul
real n-gg-s never fold
say you a hundred but you told
it’s hot outside it ain’t cold
n-gg- seen the draco and froze
n-gg- acting bold i’m a f-ck around and wipe the p-ssy n-gg- nose
strip a n-gg- out his clothes
don’t like it then pay what you owe
bigger back end at the shows
spanish for telemundo
i got the act in the bag right now
but i won’t send you a four
dope dressed up in saran it look like the pope
and get smoked from the gas bags it’ll make you choke
if you pour up, smoke or snort c-ke
that what float your boat
this no label [?]
come from the goats
(takeoff!)

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