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how we coming - migos lyrics

yeah
you feel me
yeah, you know what i’m saying?
trap talk sh*t, you know what i mean
murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
yeah
ain’t nothing nice over here, n*gga
you gotta get sh*t your own way
trifecta sh*t, you know what i mean?

you know how we coming
somebody tell these n*ggas what’s happening (what’s happening)
i drop the ball right out of the gate, now i’m trapping
n*gga, quit capping
put a little sh*t up, we taxing (taxing)
i can’t count that sh*t backwards
if they don’t free him now then they maxing (free the bro)
now i’m sitting back relaxing, talk that sh*t over the phone
they talking that sh*t in the tweets (they talk)
we can see that sh*t all on the ‘gram (i see it)
n*gga we ’bout to go ham
run that sh*t or shut it down (woo)
we ’bout to go out of town (suu)
come back and bring all the pounds

we ’bout to go out of town (go)
bring her back, breaking it down (break it)
30s, 50s, hundred rounds
sipping, smoking out the pound
can’t put a smiley face, f*ck a frown
i want that cash, n*gga, f*ck a crown
i give my [?] to my n*ggas who been with me
from the past ’cause they stayed down (for real)

it’s a couple n*ggas that with me, i cut ’em they loss
it was never found (cut ’em)
it’s a lot of sh*t that we done did that we can’t talk about or show on the ‘gram
they pay me to go out of town
that sh*t like a boomerang, come back around
we just like a movie
when cameras come out and they flashing like tarantino was around
patek is rolls, it cost me a rolls
i’m talking a cullinan, color of brown (rolls)
we put your face on a t*shirt
drinking codeine, i’m thinking my t**th hurt (drank)
i jumped off the porch, feet first
before i eat, i gotta get geeked first (geek)
they told us we done inspired ‘lil bro
and i told ’em: go do your research
they calling the flag but we see the opps
we buy ’em a new hearst (new hearst)
cheat on my b*tch and i told her i’m sorry
but f*ck it, i bought her a new purse (hey)

you know how we coming
somebody tell these n*ggas what’s happening (what’s happening)
i drop the ball right out of the gate, now i’m trapping
n*gga, quit capping
put a little sh*t up, we taxing (taxing)
i can’t count that sh*t backwards
if they don’t free him now then they maxing (free the bro)
now i’m sitting back relaxing, talk that sh*t over the phone
they talking that sh*t in the tweets
we can see that sh*t all on the ‘gram
n*gga we ’bout to go ham
run that sh*t or shut it down (woo)
we ’bout to go out of town
come back and bring all the pounds

you know how it go (go)
[?] f*ck, but she know what i know (hey)
kick down a door, that was all that i know
credit card fraud and i bought me a bowl
chrome heart drip, take a pic, i’m lit (drip)
multi*millionaire riding with a stick (million)
make her do a handstand, sucking good d*ck (woo)
where would i be if i ain’t never hit a l!ck? (hey)
who put a bag on your head, you a b*tch (who?)
chopper gon’ shatter ’em, spray ’em like chris
we ball together, i give an assist
can’t fall, no never, i ain’t second, not sh*t
thank god for my life, i wasn’t right
i seen my mama cry, middle of the night
my brother got hit up, he fight for his life
my watch is heavy, these baguettes is light
i’m popping meds and i know it ain’t right
i cannot sleep like a thief in the night
dressed in all black like a deacon, we striped (hey)
the chopper gon’ spit out the t**th like it’s mike
i bought me the lamb’ then i bought me the rover
i don’t drive but i keep me a chauffeur
i stay focused, the game is poker
i put diamonds in cartier bifocals
we winning, let’s pour up and toast then (let’s pour up)
she like when i f*ck her and choke her
she set up the opps and we smoke ’em (opps)
ain’t no drought in the trap, we in motion (hey)

you know how we coming
somebody tell these n*ggas what’s happening (what’s happening)
i drop the ball right out of the gate, now i’m trapping
n*gga, quit capping
put a little sh*t up, we taxing (taxing)
i can’t count that sh*t backwards
if they don’t free him now then they maxing (free the bro)
now i’m sitting back relaxing, talk that sh*t over the phone
they talking that sh*t in the tweets
we can see that sh*t all on the ‘gram
n*gga we ’bout to go ham
run that sh*t or shut it down (woo)
we ’bout to go out of town
come back and bring all the pounds

- migos lyrics

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