a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu migos - flying coach

i can’t love her, ‘cause she like a ghost
that b-tch that do the most
she like … ghost
i can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most
oh!

i can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b-tch) yeah she do the most
i gave her all i had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b-tch) now she ghost
independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b-tch) jumped up out the porch
we fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b-tch) yeah you flying coach

i got so many decisions, ravens fly with the pigeons
i beat the pot, while you be the witness, try me – we don’t aim at kidneys
i throw back a perc’ to call my tensions; we pipe it up in the city
i got your hoe in my dm’s; i got your hoe at my mentions
the plug, he live in my mansion
he got b-tches in the kitchen dancing
then they gone for a month
then go to trapping all the way in kansas
n-gg- never rode a transit
hit the pot, like a canvas
feeling like jamie foxx, ‘cause i’m in love with a b-tch named fancy
this game is dirty like a f-cking banshee
when i started getting money, now you can’t stand me
i almost lost my life, one night in miami
i go back to miami, drinking out the hammock

i cannot love her, that b-tch do the most
want to slam my door, what you mad at me for?
mad ‘cause i didn’t let you come to my show
but you calling my phone, standing at my front door
is you mad ‘cause i didn’t take you serious, hoe?
comedian b-tch, you delirious, hoe
kill yourself, jump off the building
i walk in the kitchen, grab the knife, and go slit your throat
i don’t do favors; you know that’s a no
f-cked them up on the dab, going up on the show
kicking a door, when the bando get slow
f-f-f-f-ck up the pot, they want more
these b-tches f-cking for (zero)
these b-tches give it up
i guess you want l-st for the trust
i’m like a squirrel; i just want me a nut
take the pot and i give it an uppercut
most of these n-gg-s be d-ck riding nowadays
tell these n-gg-s to wrap it up
like an octopus, i’m getting money in eight ways
young takeoff, my stack is up
since i remember, two years ago made ‘em say bando
now they say pipe it up
remember they talked down and doubted us
now when i walk the earth, i make the street erupt

i can’t be loving this hoe
this b-tch like the green light; this b-tch like to go
i gave her the beamer; i gave her the rolls
but this little b-tch still gon’ creep on her toes
i see the moves, so i watch how i move
she f-cking n-gg-s; she tryna’ to be cool
she broke as a b-tch; she got nothing to lose
giving it up just to put on some loub’s
how can i lie, bet that thing like a pool
all of these b-tches be loving the crew
ain’t no one on one we f-ck by the two
yrn fashion, i’m dabbing on you
you mad at me now, so i’m laughing at you
you something to do; you get hit in a room
mama told me not to jump over broom
they hungry for money, they tryna’ get grooms
i like this b-tch; she got an att-tude
i think that i like the b-tch, but i can’t wife the b-tch
i’m in a lambo, look what racks do
whipping up crack; i can make a deuce
bringing it back, make a brick turn to two
bringing it back, make a brick turn to two!

- lirik lagu migos

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI