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lirik lagu migos - cross the country

[intro: dj durel]
it’s been a long time coming
from young n-ggas to young rich n-ggas
it’s dj durel and i’d like to welcome you to rich n-gga timeline

[verse 1: takeoff]
young rich n-gga riding round the city with the mac
take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin’ (ba-bow)
whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
n-gga they mistake me, think i’m selling that midget (nah, for real)
what the f-ck a n-gga really wanna talk about? (sh-t)
you a b-tch, we ain’t got nothing to talk about
shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth
skippa da flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down
migo jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve
tray 1 got pt’s, and sold that reserved
i’m a hot boy, so you know i gotta stay low (hot)
quavo told me, trap on the block and bang ’em like oj mayo
you n-ggas are rookie but young takeoff, i’m a vet (vet)
‘set told me trapping and dabbing gon’ get that p-ssy wet
no crocodile dundee, stingray vet
whatever i wanna do, i do it, nike check (do it)
i’m a young n-gga with the rich n-gga ambitions
at the migo show, a n-gga autographing t-tties
there’s levels to this sh-t like meek said
and you embarr-ssed to admit it, i don’t want to kick it
after my show, the gangster-ist n-gga, he looking suspicious
walk right up on him, i’m pressing my n-gga
and all he wanted was a picture
i used to smoke swishers like a regular n-gga
now i’m a backwoods type of n-gga
a n-gga, he ran up, tried to rob, i shot him
white people, they still treat me like i’m a victim
now people they screaming out “free actavis”
they talking bout that actavis be discontinued
check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic
catch me riding with packs in my rental
trap, trap dab when i’m on the revenue
cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food
diamond brick come with a note on it, n-gga you blues clues
24 karat my chain, mr. t, pity the fool
master p, no limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
kevin hart, your money is too short, you too funny
call me takeoff hugh hefner, i got playboy bunnies
f-ck it, i beat it, she sucking me ’til a n-gga be c-mming

[chorus: quavo]
cross the country, cross the country
you may never been there, catch me cross the country
cross the country, cross the country
coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
cross the country, cross the country
she don’t understand english but she want me
cross the country, cross the country
i had to get a visa cause i’m in and out the country

[verse 2: offset]
when you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name
i stole a mustang, drop top, no brain
police had a n-gga, cause they know i’m in a gang
taking pictures of a n-gga like a groupie, like a fan
on my first lick, only got a little bit of change
thinking like obama, something gotta change
did a lot of dirt, i had to sit up in the chains
when i got outta jail, did the same thing
i spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang
cocaine in her nose like a septum ring
my n-ggas be trapping the gas, propane
hit the n-gga with a chopper, n-gga bang bang
i was getting money, way before the rap game
as a young n-gga, used to wear the fake chain
they say that i’m ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
you know it ain’t come from johnny dang
fake watch busta can’t bust me, no lie
won’t catch me with the fake jewelry, i got too much pride
they k!lled my n-gga pistol p for a three-five
i pay the ticket, when are you gon’ die
when i’m in the kitchen, i be cooking crack pies
i got chickens in the trunk, you think i work at popeyes
the streets is the jungle, my n-gga, you better survive
getting married to the money n-gga, that my bride
my diamonds gon’ shine, might poke you in the eye
you selling by the ounce, my n-gga, you just getting by
put the birds in my hands, knows when’s it gon’ fly
glah! glah! glah! in the bushes like a spy
n-gga talking stupid, we don’t let that sh-t fly
talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire
got that chopper, flip a n-gga like a domino
young rich n-gga, never made the honor roll
hit his -ss with the .44, make him fold
chattahoochee river where that n-gga body float
on the nation, my n-gga we throwing up the forks
she on a mission, trying to f-ck me, better get your ho
big bank take little bank
yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake
two glocks on my hip like tomb raider
arnold schwarzenegger turn into the terminator

[verse 3: quavo]
cross the country, my plug he in wyoming
and the only time i pull up on you, if a n-gga owe me
and the whole word know that a young n-gga rap
but a p-ssy n-gga better not provoke me
came in the game with the formula, sold it
now i gotta switch it up on you phonies
pocket full of macaroni, mac-11, run up on you
all you can eat in my trap like it’s shoney’s
rich n-gga timeline: that’s my motherf-cking testimony
out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey
rich n-gga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun
and i’m thinking ’bout moving to babylon
my n-ggas collecting extortion funds
we built an empire like megatron
qc the label, migo the gang
already told you, i want the m&ms, f-ck the fame
no shame in the game, i’m a bull with the nine
like luol deng, finna bang with the thing
walking through the crowd, ain’t gotta tuck the chain
get juuged, get capped, that’s a part of the game, squad sh-t
oh no, i done rolled around the block and i don’t see him
i paid a j $200 just to hit me when he see him
if i was you right now, i wouldn’t wanna be him
caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita
he had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so i took it from him
took the first pj across the country, got too hot for a moment
they say he got work, now i own it
now my squad, they going up, no makonnen
in the players pad at the caesar’s palace
out in las vegas, like i’m roman
all types of euros and yen
i got money in berlin
i told the lord forgive me for my sins
cause i don’t wanna do it again

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