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YRN Freestyle

Mango Foo

15.03.2016

7

Tekst piosenki
[Hook: Mango Foo & Takeoff] Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga Like a young rich nigga (what you wanna do?) Say you wanna live like a young rich nigga Like a young rich nigga (what you say you wanna be?) Say you wanna roll a 3 5 in the backwood, or a swisher (gas) Say you wanna have a shooter with you when you broke You ain’t even got a bitch [Verse 1: Mango Foo] Say you wanna, boy I know you wanna Nigga you a bitch like Juwana Busting in the pussy like a condom Bullets coming fast like a Zonda Bullets coming hotter than a sauna We stay with the toy like Tonka Different color diamonds, Willy Wonka Never talk to your honor I plead the fifth, I make sack for the summer Ran up my sack, I’m addicted to commas Only can sleep on the lean and the coma Walk in the store and go talk to the owner Trap on the block, the bando on the corner Having artillery like I’m Osama OG good gas, you can smell the aroma President tint like I’m riding with Obama [Verse 2: Takeoff] President tint like I’m riding with Obama Where is Michelle? Take over in your city like I’m the mayor Beat the bricks in the V12 On the block serving the bales Ducking and dodging, I’m running from 12 Takeoff ain’t taking no L Cause I keep the steel Nigga tryna bite me, Holyfield Hundred round drum, overkill Think I’m in the Navy the way I be poppin’ seals What you wanna do? What you wanna be when you grow up? Fifty migos when I pull up Hundred hoes on my tour bus [Verse 3: Mango Foo & Takeoff] Damn, who the hell is he? Extendos and choppers whenever we pull up Gold on my like Slick the Ruler Shout out to my jeweler, iced out my Frank Mueller Iced out my Frank Mueller, my neck is a cooler My diamonds albino, I’m counting these riches, no Lionel I’m smoking a pound of that OG, I’m reading the bible I’m playing with the rifle, I think I’m a sniper Two twin choppers like the towers For these stuffed crusts you gon’ need ‘bout three lighters [Verse 4: Takeoff] Pocket full of Jackson, where is Michael? When you walk in my bando, see dirty diapers All I ever wanted was a sack Every migo in my hood kept a strap Fuck up a check, I’ma get it right back Once I kick me a door or get it back in the trap I remember niggas sending shots subliminal Tweeting on Twitter so it got political If I ever see you it’s gon’ get physical Texas, lone ranger, danger, no Mystikal Christian my Louboutin’s, Giuseppe steppers I might just go Maison Margiela’s Like I’m Rockefeller, fly like a propeller My diamonds they can shine in any weather Boxing rings on my knuckles, Mayweather Yes this is real fox fur, fuck nigga Cover my mink chinchilla What to do you want be when you grow up? What did you want to do when you got up? I hit the lot, copped an Audi Went to the kitchen, grabbed the spatula The stick is magical Beating babies with the pots and pans, shit is tragical I’m the ambassador Pull up in a Lamborghini, it’s an Aventador Independent nigga riding with a hundred mil I can get a life sentence Block hot, 12 on a nigga cause they heard I jugged about a hundred pigeons Red on the bottom my Louboutin At the court it’s silent like I’m Jack Nicholson Still got the pocket rocket, never catch me slipping Master P, I’m ‘bout it [Verse 5: Quavo] Quavo! Talking to my Migo plug about the zone My ho is so nasty, she wanna drink a nigga’s chromosome She got the ass shots like Cortisone Head shot nigga, Houdini dome Fifty M’s nigga, having a house like the SIMS nigga My nigga boot up like the timb’s nigga Baow, kraow, go kill nigga Gold bars they in the mansion Work the bitch, they dirty dancing Yeen never seen this much white since Marilyn Manson Old money, nigga Jurassic Two hundred fifty in the cabinet You’re the type of guy hanging with them fuck niggas Flexin’ like they havin’ it I swear, I swear, I swear (swear nigga) It’s Migo Gang year All my niggas here (right here nigga) Choppers making you stare Be aware You better take look in the mirror Cause all of my niggas they wild, they stand on the chairs Cheers, beers My diamonds lookin’ like ‘em Two bitches, bet I dyke ‘em They riding on my rifle No kick it like Beckham (can’t kick it with me) The fuck nigga lookin’ wrong, so I’m gonna check him He don’t think that I’m gonna shoot him I’m gonna bet him Kung pow, choppin’ bricks like wow Magic now (abracadabra), magic now No Chris Angel Diamonds shine, gold bangers Pull up to the club lookin’ like a fucking stranger [Verse 6: Offset] The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward Fifty chickens on the highway, it’s gonna bring a hundred more I can touch down on the plug, I just scored Hundred round on the chopper, oh lord Connected to the streets without a cord A hundred bricks up on the boat, all aboard I call it Givenchy, Balenciaga Coming through your window, call me Roger It ain’t ‘bout a dollar, then why bother The gold on your neck look like copper You snitchin’, you must be a crime stopper I’m selling that white girl, call it Mary Poppins I’m pitching the work like a quarterback option Double cup filled to the top, pure toxins I am a leader, niggas follow suit When I got to the church, diamonds on me, no suit This is a family, not just a group My niggas stick together, we win or we lose Beating the pot and I gave it a bruise These bitches they ain’t shit, they fuck you and your crew Stomp on you niggas like I am a cube OG gas bag is smelling like pubes The devil fucking with me then he get rebuked Fifty floors up, nigga what a great view I just beat the cause my lawyer a jew I’m sipping on Actavis, good on the brew What a miracle, I’m living superior Niggas can’t fuck with us period Niggas be hating, say that we not lyrical Stand on the stove and I’m whipping up chemicals Finessing the plug and I’m acting delirous Jumped off the porch ‘cause a nigga was curious You live and you learn off experience Better do better, nigga get some Benjamin’s Open your ears and my niggas just listen Me and the pot got a very good chemistry Used to fail chemistry, now I pull up in the Bentley Now these niggas they gon’ envy me [Outro: Mango Foo] YRN the Label This shit a lifestyle It gotta be in ya Not on ya Haha
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