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and chop em' like ninjutsu
How he a king when he really owe the streets
Fronting on the social but I let them niggas be
I ain't tripping off these rapper

boy just get in line
I can't give her any of my seconds cause my money is my time
And I'm flawless by design
I get crazy with the rhyme
I throw up

And the bitch naked, got cake
It's her Birthday
First things first I know you niggas
By your first name
Birthed niggas probably gave half of them they rap name

even need range
Pinky ring all up on a nigga cuz I be pimpin
33 shots at yo top ain't no Scottie Pippen
Almost ran a cover two wide but I had to blitz em

a bitch
I don't give a fuck, ho
I'm pretty and I'm rich
Two iced chains got Based God a threesome
Looking this good I got stopped by policemen
No homo,

a problem now 

When she walk in the room 
What they talkin' bout 

Dat ass is so fat 
Got em watchin' now 

She stunt when she walk 
Ain't no talkin' now

and Sleazy on some shit, boy, you can't compare When you young and gettin' money, it be hard to care
When you did it by yourself, it be hard to share Niggas

the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got

of events
Twenty bales an hour boys we've got to make that rent

Tell him - no, don't tell him when it ends

They'd yell em up, and he'd pick em' out
You

on the gram I'm fucking em all 
Back on the streets I just be breaking em jaws 
Got my name on niggas mouth and I feel like a god 

If I tell you bout my gang

, that this bitch I'm with
Bag and shoes Chanel
Can't you tell, by the smell
That this weed is loud as hell
Can't you tell, why my name Ballout
'cause I

a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get

Mind control mind control
Human beings to do wat you and I are told
Must be civilized but inside is gold
Raised by a sheep herder mines a wolf
Eat

finer things I been gettin'
Lost up in my head I been wicked
Yeah my thoughts been wicked don't love em if they pimpin' 
They say they care for you but

you know who you are
On this rock floating 'round a star
Don't it seem bizarre
Just a bunch of sheep herded by flashing cars
Controlled by flashy

Get Right Witcha

Migos

C U L T U R E

2017

a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad

we gone Take it by The bottle
The Waitress look so good he Don't even know who shot em
That's a peon
The type that never had a real life
He don't see

"God, please"
"Could all the Vice Lords love all the G's? G's love 'em back?"
We reppin God in the Cadillac
If they kill me, Mississippi bust all them

tell 'em whats up

And I got some big news for you suckas and haters
You think we finna lose but that ain't nothing but faking
Just like the rents due

tryin' to see me hot like I'm in the sauna And I'm just tryin' to get ya loose kinda like Madonna Everybody I know tell em it's time to go Me and T-Bone in

ain't got that much patience

To be sticking around tryin to see if yo next move gone be goin in and out of town/See these ni**az don't play by no rules

must concluuude
I like being by myself I guess it's just a moooood
When I'm in my zone leave me lone I'm gone eluuude
I be adding flavor like I'm cooking

worldwide with this pimpin
And i aint no slouch in the kitchen
If i say imma hit em imma hit em
Point blank mission no missin
Hit em in his button no misses

care about you lil´ too boys
My watch? you didn´t even know it
I be been pimpin' like
I'm ballin´ with Jordan
Then it´s Rodman with the colorful floors