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アーティスト:Migos  アルバム:Rich Nigga Timeline 

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It's been a long time coming From young niggas to young rich niggas It's DJ Durel and I'd like to welcome you to Rich Nigga Timeline Young rich nigga 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 Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget (nah, for real) What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about? (Shit) You a bitch, 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 niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet (vet) 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check (do it) I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties There's levels to this shit like Meek said And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga And all he wanted was a picture I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga A nigga, 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 Activis" They talking bout that Activis 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, nigga 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 Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming 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 When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain Police had a nigga, 'cause they know I'm in a gang Taking pictures of a nigga 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 niggas be trapping the gas, propane Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang I was getting money, way before the rap game As a young nigga, 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 jewellery, I got too much pride They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five I pay the ticket, when are you


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