Migos - MuhFuckn Tired - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Produced by 30 Rock] [Intro] Yeah, young rich niggas Back to back, two times Hahaha [Verse 1: Quavo] Hit a nigga with the throwaway Bitch I came from another place Unfortunately we couldn't beat the case Fuck it we outta jail anyway You want the Migo gang? You got to pay Kickin' in doors for the 10k, 14k, anything Young nigga cashin' out for the change I already dreamed that I had the fame Red and white coupe like a candy cane Pop a perc, it feel like Bruce Wayne Chop a brick like I'm Tsung Shang Bitch I'm dabbin' in my own lane Choke, slam a nigga, Quavo Kane I hate a nigga tryna cook plain Cause my money taller than a great dane We gave the world, dab fever check My receipt is thousand dollar sneakers Stop and get a play from cheetah Quavo Derek Jeter, keep a street sweeper I'm a salt water alligator eater I play with water, you can check the meter Cookie bag, damn I toss the reefer Migo gang, aka grim reapers [Hook: Quavo] Try the squad, nigga shots fired Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (my niece) Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank) Hit 'em if he cross the gun line You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine He lookin' wrong, call it sus time Free my niggas, give 'em phone time Skin a nigga like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinnin', I'm so fuckin' tired That my favorite line of motherfuckin' tired Chop a brick like a samurai We the niggas make the birds fly Then I fucked the bitch five times Then I took her out cause I'm fuckin' tired [Verse 2: Takeoff] Takeoff!! Just fucked a model bitch five times I just ate a burger from Five Guys I'm smokin' on cookies from high time You smokin' with [?] outside Migo gang, we have them mob ties Put a fuck nigga on Fox 5 Pretty little bitch with her mouth wide She see me pull up in that, frog eyes Your bitch is 30 on the beat Keep a 30 by my side My bitches on fleek, Louboutin they feet Ain't no question my niggas gon' ride Ain't talkin' bout Drexler When they come to that dope, nigga, I bet it's gon' glide Ain't talkin' bout Dexter Cook in the laboratory, (?) friends on my eyes Remember my pockets win the (?) So every check gotta pay my tithes Nigga tellin' lies just to cut time My nigga you see 'em televised No matter how hard I try When I put music out I'm still gon' get criticized Nigga fuckin' round with squad Think they wanna get decapitized [Hook: Quavo] Try the squad, nigga shots fired Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (my niece) Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank) Hit 'em if he cross the gun line You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine He lookin' wrong, call it sus time Free my niggas, give 'em phone time Skin a nigga like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinnin', I'm so fuckin' tired That my favorite line of motherfuckin' time Chop a brick like a samurai We the niggas make the birds fly Then I fucked the bitch five times Then I took her out cause I'm fuckin' tired [Verse 3: Offset] I'm tired.... I'm tired These niggas flexin' They talk about diamonds, they do not got VS inside 'em I hit a lick, we divided it Porsche with the gator inside of it I'm on three Percs and I'm out of it She gonna suck me up privately I was young when the trap game adopted me Grabbed the stick and shot his abdomen Young nigga I am an arson I got the pump in the cut with the carbon My wrist cost a motherfuckin' 'Rari I am a boss, I pull strings like Atari You out of season, you need Lawries Pull up in Beamers but trap out a Taurus Look at the brick on my wrist look like Mick When I got famous I darkened my tint She took a mile when I gave her an inch Won't sell my soul for some cash or a bitch Hop in the plane and we land in Berlin Christian Dior my bitch and her friend (?) when I was in the pen Prayin' to God that I don't go again [Hook: Quavo] Try the squad, nigga shots fired Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (my niece) Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank) Hit 'em if he cross the gun line You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine He lookin' wrong, call it sus time Free my niggas, give 'em phone time Skin a nigga like a pork rind We get to the money in short time Watch us make it back 10 times My wrist spinnin', I'm so fuckin' tired That my favorite line of motherfuckin' time Chop a brick like a samurai We the niggas make the birds fly Then I fucked the bitch five times Then I took her out cause I'm fuckin' tired
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