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migo! - hivemind lyrics

[hook: big boy $avage]
all my shooters turn to rambo or commando (rrrah)
we the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
talking ‘bout you got the act but what they going for? (huh?)
i’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that migo flow (migo!)
we the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
same ones that brought versace to the centerfold (‘sace)
take off on the plug, i hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
if you can buy the car then what the f-ck you rent it for? (b-tch!)
boy you know i’m dropping loads when i go and swerve the roads
with the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
if 12 at the do, then i’m jumpin o’ the fence
but the vice with the prez, call my gang mike pence (mike!)
all my b-tches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at jack
say i work at ihop, cause all i do is count stacks

[verse 1: “takeoff”]
(take-take-take-takeoff!)
all rose gold on, call it rose bowl (rose)
i got the key, unlocking the game like a cheat code (cheat!)
f-ck a bad b-tch, i’m f-cking with the fleek hoes (hoe)
you know i never give my soul up for a bankroll (no!)
knock some lights out, seeing rainbows (bow bow)
all this water, b-tch, go fetch me my rain coat (wow)
take a break from real sh-t, hit ‘em, migo! (migo!)
how you go from j cole to quavo? (what)
my name’s big boy savage and a boy will get it done
if you’re living like me, know there ain’t a lotta time for fun
when ya 9 years old, you gon’ load ya first gun
at 13, you gon’ hear da siren, mean ya gotta run
(bow, bow, grah, grah, graow)
teach it, then ya preach it, so you with the know how
prolly ain’t f-ck with drugs but you risk it all for loud
pipe up with some young thug, now ya never feeling down
hit ya first gold, then ya got ya first platinum
hit ya first hole, then ya got ya first kid in ‘em
ya f-cked it all up, you got all these d-mn witnesses
but if ya start it up, then ya really gotta finish sh-t
uh, ohh, fresh out the bed, uh, ohh, count up the deadz
pillage in the village then ya run off with the meds
gone so fast (gone)
n0body even know what ya said (god d-mn)

[hook: big boy $avage]
all my shooters turn to rambo or commando (rrah)
we the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
talking ‘bout you got the act but what they going for? (huh?)
i’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that migo flow (migo!)
we the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
same ones that brought versace to the centerfold (‘sace)
take off on the plug, i hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
if you can buy the car then what the f-ck you rent it for? (b-tch!)
boy you know i’m dropping loads when i go and swerve the roads
with the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
if 12 at the do, then i’m jumpin o’ the fence
but the vice with the prez, call my gang mike pence (mike!)
all my b-tches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at jack
say i work at ihop, cause all i do is count-

[verse 2: “offset”]
(offset!)
semi-automatic out the window of the caddy (bdd)
i know this sh-t is tragic, toss ya b-tch up like a salad (hey)
walk up in the mansion, i just made a money pallet (cash)
trappin’ out the bando, selling crack up in the alley (trap)
pull up with the tool and spray the whole d-mn block (spray)
i’m a playboy, like “in new york i milly rock” (sock)
hit em with the mission, got em looking at the clock (what time it is)
i ain’t no joke, but i’m going knock knock (who’s there?)
i got the stick, aye, just don’t trip (nah)
shooters run up in ya house and tyin up ya b-tch (graat)
booting up the b-tch in the morning on the grits (grits)
j’s in the morning, wake up early got a fix (fix)
sitting on the throne, in the night she l!ck the bone (l!ck)
leave me alone, all my sh-t is al capone (who is that?)
free all the brothers that is locked up in the cell (gotta free ‘em!)
week after the shooting they gon ring the church bell (ding dong)
i wake up feeling like i done gone to dreamville
everybody ‘member little house up on the hill (what he say?)
mama never gotta worry bout none of the bills (nuh-uh)
i’m getting f-cking paid like my name began with “lil” (god d-mn!)
never gonna stress, got my cardi in the rari
every time my team and i are out it’s a safari
if i tapped ya b-tch i didn’t mean it and i’m sorry
p-ssies get what comin to em, played ya like atari, offset!

[hook: big boy $avage]
all my shooters turn to rambo or commando (rrrah)
we the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
talking ‘bout you got the act but what they going for? (huh)
i’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that migo flow (migo!)
we the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
same ones that brought versace to the centerfold (‘sace!)
take off on the plug, i hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
if you can buy the car then what the f-ck you rent it for? (b-tch!)
boy you know i’m dropping loads when i go and swerve the roads
with the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
if 12 at the do, then i’m jumpin o’ the fence
but the vice with the prez, call my gang mike pence (mike!)
all my b-tches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at jack
say i work at ihop, cause all i do is count stacks

[verse 3: “quavo”]
(quavo!)
the way they took a homie dab, i wanna smack a brotha (smack)
knock a cousin’s lights out, uncle wack a brotha (wack)
these jokers made out of plastic like a action figure (action)
i can’t kick it with yo b-tch, i ain’t no falcons kicker (nah!)
came up from nothing, now i’m running the town (town)
but i can’t f-ck with y’all, everyone playing around (playing ‘round)
lock the glock, pick up the rocks, take ya hoe like a hound (ruff)
when i’m lurking better sit down, careful not to make a sound (shhh)
pop a perc, you think i’m marshawn eating skittles (skittles)
everybody still comparing migos to the beatles (compare)
who you think you scaring with that lil’ nina? (who?)
call my shooters and they pulling up like al-queda (rrrrah)
f-ck it up, look me up, betcha find my whole record (yeah)
white don’t f-ck with black, it’s like a homie playing checkers (sk sk)
pull up with the heat, i’m a f-ckin ghost pepper (hot)
do the work and then i dip, and i’m out like a propeller
i been on for a while
why ya cramping my style? (why?)
walk the f-ck up out the trap
bite ya like a crocodile (get the f-ck out of here)
hunnid k patek, and i got ya boys riled (hunnid)
one night with a b-tch, that p-ssy drove me wild (oh, d-mn)
hunnid k patek, and i got ya boys riled (riled)
one night with a b-tch, that p-ssy drove me wild (god d-mn!)
since i came out of the dark, i been loving call me kyle (hah)
but yo -ss live in a tent, down at the river by the nile (by the ni-)
i know you remember the t-tans (‘member)
you know we got the touch like we work for midas (it’s true)
like my cookie with the purple in it like the vikings (what?)
came from a long road, you the one that started hitchhiking (long road)
i pour a gl-ss of water ‘cause you wanna pop a vidocin
i open up the door, she said d-mn my mans, ya frightening (woo)
spikes on my shoes, yeah i’m christian loub, mike-ing it (huh)
where’s quavo? b-tch i’m in another continent

[hook: big boy $avage]
all my shooters turn to rambo or commando (rrrah)
we the first ones that came up with the bando (bando)
talking ‘bout you got the act but what they going for? (huh)
i’m ‘bout to start extorting brothers for that migo flow (migo!)
we the ones that really came in with the kickin’ do’ (yeah)
same ones that brought versace to the centerfold (‘sace!)
take off on the plug, i hit ‘em with the finger roll (yeah)
if you can buy the car then what the f-ck you rent it for? (b-tch!)
boy you know i’m dropping loads when i go and swerve the roads
with the rose gold, driving way back to bando (ayy)
if 12 at the do, then i’m jumpin o’ the fence
but the vice with the prez, call my gang mike pence (mike!)
all my b-tches up on crack, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
make a brother rich, it’s a fact like that (ayy)
act hard, but you broke, like ya pullin’ up at jack
say i work at ihop, cause all i do is count stacks (yeah!)

[outro]
(yeah!)

- hivemind lyrics

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