can't go out sad - migos lyrics
[intro: quavo]
yeah
talk to me
see this day and age, these young n-gg-s getting paid
[verse 1: quavo]
wrist clear, sprite, yuh
mike tyson bite, yuh
cup real dirty, yuh
motorcross bike, yuh
we don’t fist fight
chopper real life
double seal tight
detroit got me right
piccolo green it’s millions, and the old money got mildew
kick her out cause she keep filming
they calling me bob the builder
quavo paul pierce em’, whip a ball, wilson
put my all in that bowl, put my all in it
i want all my dogs to win it
i want all my dogs to win it
remember my dog was sentenced (no, no)
i ain’t gon’ take it back to the beginning
just get in the benz and sit in
(talk to em’!)
c’mon (ay!)
(get in there!)
(chill!)
(c’mon!)
standing in the trap, been a long day
thinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and ak
mama tired, daddy died, ain’t no real housewives
now it’s no more crying, cause we upper echelon
i can make a tuesday, go up like a sat-rday
don’t play where you fools play, you must be from out of state
molly yo girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates
dabbing in raf simmons yeah i dress the huncho everyday
ricki lake, wrapped up, came from kuwait
everyday, everyday, young n-gg- looking for bae
got a b-tch on jimmy and she do whatever huncho say
her boyfriend wanna be me cause i keep that sh-t the gangster way
[refraim: quavo]
i got to put you down
ay man, these n-gg-s goin’ out sad
i’m tellin’ ya, can’t go out bad
naw, ‘specially bout that b-tch
[hook: quavo]
i’m not goin’ out sad (x3)
‘specially bout that b-tch
i can’t go out sad (x3)
‘specially bout that b-tch
[verse 2: offset]
(offset!)
not bout the b-tch, naw, not bout the b-tch
she call just for the d-ck
aw, lord, don’t say this your b-tch
i’m young and rich
but i can strong arm a brick
i heard you was born a b-tch
rick owens they cost your rent
pay up, straight up
john wick got to put the k up
i’mma smash ya but we don’t lay up
i’mma bachelor get ya weight up
throw the north, b-tch you know where we from
think it’s sweet and we pull out a drum
you can be rich and a b-m
i want it all, not some
she f-cking for fame, for sumn
i think she came for money
i swear i ain’t hurting for nothing
so i just gave her money
hoes in my house like hugh heffner
but i’mma slay the bunnies
she goin’ insane, she talk’ bout my main quit sayin’ my name lil’ mama
[refraim: quavo]
i got to put you down
ay man, these n-gg-s goin’ out sad
i’m tellin’ ya, can’t go out bad
naw, ‘specially bout that b-tch
[hook: quavo]
i’m not goin’ out sad (x3)
‘specially bout that b-tch
i can’t go out sad (x3)
‘specially bout that b-tch
[verse 3: takeoff]
(takeoff!)
i can’t, go out, sad about no b-tch
who me? takeoff never mad about no b-tch
depressed need to get some off my chest, ain’t stressed about that b-tch
she let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that b-tch
bad, yeah lil’ mama bad, you let her get the jag and crash
that’s goin’ out sad
you took on her on a date with dad
the question is boy did you smash?
been strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a b-tch have (tricked you)
aw man, godd-mn, these n-gg-s goin’ out sad
wifin’ ho’s up, there’s not one n-gg- the hood done been had
smash, cuff, but you can p-ss, ignore but can’t erase the past
if she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it’s yo -ss
[refraim: quavo]
i got to put you down
ay man, these n-gg-s goin’ out sad
i’m tellin’ ya, can’t go out bad
naw, ‘specially bout that b-tch
[hook: quavo]
i’m not goin’ out sad (x3)
‘specially bout that b-tch
i can’t go out sad (x3)
‘specially bout that b-tch
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