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- Migos Avalanche 歌詞
- Migos
- Quavo：
Woo
Poppa was a rollin' stone
But now I got rollin' stones in the bezel
Ice
Momma at home all alone hustlin' tryna keep this s**t together
Momma
Young n***as smokin' on gas
I'm livin' too fast my foot on the pedal
Whoo
If I got back to the past
My n***as ain't know we'd be rockin'
Coachella
Hey
If a n***a ever try me or play me
I buy him an iced-out shovel
Ice
Dig ya own grave n***a you played yourself
I put some cash on your schedule
You played yourself
If a b***h ever try to filet me huh
Yeah
I just sit back and let her
She got it
Think she come up of the 'Cho it's whatever
My pockets came with extra cheddar
Go
I can see through the f**k s**t
F**k s**t
I think that my skills gettin' better
Gettin' better
With a stick come in peace Mandela
Mandela
I'm willin' to feed whoever
Who
How can I help you
How
Nobody judge you but God
God
You can watch us beat the odds
Beat it
This is no cap no facade
Young rich and black and we gon' beat the charge
We gon'
I'm spendin' cash no card
I' m likin' her natural a*s no fraud
Yeah
If she got a fake a*s of course
Girl ain't nothin' wrong with enhancin' it's yours
She bad
From the back from the back we enjoy it
Soo
Hunnid rack I'ma attack with my boy
Attack
Got the clip walkin' out we be showin'
Showin'
Anybody check clout we be knowin'
Clout
In and out in and out we be goin'
Go
On a 757 Boeing
Jet
And my AP same size as The Forum
That's big
Better get you some bread where you from
Yeah
Offset：
I spend my mills on the crib
Mansion
Cover myself F&N is my s**t
Cover
I spent a dime go run you a drill
Dime
If you do the time come home to a mill'
Time
Double my seal
Double
Sign another deal
Sign
G6 pills
G
Money gimme chills
Chills
I make the b***h hit her knees she kneel
B***h
I make the stick hit when I'm in the field
Stick
I made your b***h lick it up like 'Ew'
Uhh
Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth not a grill
Racks
Lookin' at your diamonds on your neck ain't real
Who
N***a you a b***h let the Draco kill
B***h
Heard what I said
Heard
Spinnin' your block every day 'til you're dead
Spin spin
Live on the edge c*****e my meds
C** ***e
Open your legs
Legs
I f**k with my stick in the bed
Rraow
We shootin' not fightin' like Craig
Bow
Bad b***hes they DM they still in my thread
D-DM
They ain't never give us our cred'
Cred'
Patek rose gold with the face ruby red
Ruby
Put a hole in your head not your legs
Hey
Put my hands on her head she a pet
Ah
M-I-G-O n***a that's the set
Migo
F**k that P-O I'ma just pay it
Who
White glass in my Lambo it look like it's albino
I hit your b***h she say 'Ouch' hit a high note
Ouch
I'm Richie Rich like Lionel
Richie Rich
Count your blessings don't worry 'bout the rivals
Hey
Grandma told me 'Go read the Bible '
Grandma
Shoulda listened still look at the sky though
Sky
Sifter sippin' this not the Moscato
Sifter sippin'
B***h I'm gifted I'm smokin' gelato
B***h I'm gifted
Takeoff：
We been the n* **as that steppin'
We came in the door and they takin' the flow call it repo'
Bite
My dog he gon' bite no Chico
Arr
Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico
Brrt
Ain't shoppin' Rodeo
You wanna see the three Migos then turn on your Vevo
Vevo
The Wraith colored mayo
White
And the cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheetos
Cheese
They must've forgot we the Migos
Forgot
Straight from the Nawf out the bando
Bando
I done been quiet for too long
Too long
I copped that Cuban it's two-toned
Two-toned
I heard he trappin' they tappin' the static
Tell that boy go get a new phone
Brrt
Out in Bel-Air copped a new home
New home
Avalanche with the blue stone
Ice
I am the s**t can't find a fit my neck is a fridge
The rings and wrists I retro the kicks
Ain't givin' no kiss I'm givin' her d**k
You starin' too long like you seen a ghost
So whip out your camera take you a pic'
So when you get home get back on your phone
Zoom in on the flick and look at the drip
She ask me to pay for the a* s to get lifted
I told her 'I'm better off gettin' you a Lyft'
Think I'ma put all my trust in a ho with no benefits
Tell her go jump off a cliff
I go two-thirty a cup of that purple
Put ice in my drink just to keep on chill
Lean
F**k all that talk you ain't been in the field
Nah
Open my bank account it give me chills
Chills Takeoff
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