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messy - quavo & takeoff lyrics

[intro: takeoff]
yeah
(dj durell)
they thought we forgot
we ain’t forget

[chorus: takeoff]
don’t let that broke b*tch in ’cause she too messy (b*tch)
who the f*ck them broke boy with? get out my section (get out my section)
just pulled a muscle, godd*mn, too much flexin’ (d*mn)
caught ’em in traffic on a accident, we pressin’ (got ’em)
smokin’ zaza, every second i be stressin’
if they ain’t tryna beat, then f*ck it, one, two, stretch ’em (do that)
they wipe they nose for that tissue, god bless ’em (wipe it)
i dropped the four in purp’ and call that sh*t chris webber (drink)
(takeoff)
[verse 1: takeoff]
(takeoff)
i know you n*ggas wanna be me, but it’s levels (b*tch)
i got the gang tatted on me, that’s forever (gang)
wanna know my moves and all my spots, but i move clever (move)
wanna know my stash, how much i got, but ain’t gon’ tell ’em (uh*uh)
push it, push it, runnin’ through it
get that bag, come on (go)
top ten, the yacht big enough for all my n*ggas to jump on (come on)
i know she came with you, but she lookin’ for me to go home (me)
rollie discontinued like the drank i used to sip on

[interlude: takeoff]
and that’s act’, n*gga
not wop
not [?]
not red

[chorus: takeoff]
don’t let that broke b*tch in ’cause she too messy (b*tch)
who the f*ck them broke boy with? get out my section (get out my section)
just pulled a muscle, godd*mn, too much flexin’ (d*mn)
caught ’em in traffic on a accident, we pressin’ (got ’em)
smokin’ zaza, every second i be stressin’
if they ain’t tryna beat, then f*ck it, one, two, stretch ’em (do that)
they wipe they nose for that tissue, god bless ’em (wipe it)
i dropped the four in purp’ and call that sh*t chris webber (drink)
[verse 2: quavo]
(huncho)
i’m the huncho, b*tch, i’m ’bout my cheddar (quavo)
lil’ ho keep goin’ out sad, lil’ b*tch, do better (b*tch)
she want me to hit it, put my bl!cky on the dresser (glockie)
feelin’ brilliant just like elon, pop the tesla (pop it, go)
you ain’t got motion, you can’t stand up in my section (get out)
i said, “quit reachin’ please” ’cause she too messy (woo, please)
b*tch f*ck my dawg behind my back, but i ain’t stressin’ (not at all)
you wanted the gang, you shoulda just said it, we would have blessed it (you shoulda just said it)
now sh*t got messy (uh)
smokin’ exotic sh*t with an exotic b*tch (exotics)
geekin’ on brain, gettin’ all kinda narcotics with me (narcotics)
got guns on the table, i’m like, “who fire this is?” (who?)
this b*tch got past security, i’m like, “who let her in?” (gang)

- quavo takeoff lyrics

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