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chapter 1 - migos lyrics

trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers
dope dealers, all my n-gg-s
can’t leave that house without your pistol then i f–ks with you
pimp n-gg-s, can’t forget about my rich n-gg-s
bad b-tches independent that don’t need a n-gg-
ain’t got no flaws, pause, b-tch look like a model picture
ball, we gon’ buy it all, hit the mall with you
this for them n-gg-s and them b-tches been through pain with you
get the picture?

trap n-gg-s trap in the trenches
they been fingerprinted, they all in the system
rest in peace sandra bland and michael brown
i pray i don’t become a victim
rest in peace pistol pete, n-gg- i miss you
smoking that og gas bag in a swisher
drinking on codeine, don’t f–k with that henny
and it’s 7% alcohol in it
free west side, he doing five
that’s a sentence, time ticket
want my n-gg-s to be free so they can just see how we living
that boy freaky, he be geekin’ on them xans, trigger itching
look like kim possible from disney, i send him on a mission
n-gg-s throw salt on your pimping, they can’t wait to catch you slipping
tripping, burnt out n-gg-s [?], don’t know what these n-gg-s sipping
trapping that contraband, never run out of narcotics
drug dealer that is my n-gg-
asian persuasion, caucasian, black, white, and jamaican
i never discriminate races

got a b-tch up in the kitchen whipping up diana
got a banana, black bandana hang off the handle
trapping the porsche, hit the panel
stuffing the dope in the camel
my n-gg-s is too hot to handle
this is a real n-gg- anthem
bad b-tches, independent, on her business
i pull up in the phantom and i got ten models with me
plus ten choppers with me
sipping on drink, my doctor with me
f–k that ho in a drop top bentley
too many shooters so you cannot get me
hop in the foreign, and jump out the bentley
these b-tches sucking on d-ck so don’t kiss me
ain’t talking money so dismiss me
your b-tch keep telling me she miss me
she eat up the molly like nestlã©
call me sir when you address me
don’t let the money get the best of me
can’t let these n-gg-s get the recipe

ball players, trap n-gg-s, trendsetters
gang members, we the same n-gg-s
thick women, little bitty women
big mama, little mama, y’all the same sister
i been on my grind, i beat the odds
i know that i tried at least a thousand times
my grandmama died, she stay on my mind
at least i let her see me at the top and i made her smile
i keep it real for my n-gg-s, got love for my n-gg-s
remember them days, we kicking in doors, came up off of pistols
and it’s so sad n-gg-s in your hood hating on you
but it’s all good, you got n-gg-s c-cked and aimed on ’em

- migos lyrics

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