Migos
更新时间:2025-03-12 21:57:51
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50 40 there he go
30 down sideline UH
20 there he go
Touchdown touchdown
Go Go Go
Running with that sack Emmitt Smith
Deuce deuce pocket rocket Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a p***y n***a
I just touched down on a p***y n***a
Emmitt Smith Emmitt Emmitt Smith Emmitt Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith Emmitt Emmitt Smith Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a p***y n***a
I just touched down on a p***y n***a
Finessing the plug I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran up the money hall of fame of finnesse ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich n***a we the new trend now
Came a long way from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in PayPal
Want me to f**k with you cause I came up n***a
My momma she told me she love me go get money n***a
I came a long way
From trapping in trenches to rockin' the mic and I did it we did it
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
From flying from city to city
Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the Emmitt for n***as who envy
Versace Versace Givenchy Givenchy
With double F's on me no Fendi
My n***as ain't feelin' their b***hes
They put on their ski masks they leavin' no witness
My wrist it be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
Hall of fame trappin' young n***as I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking and dodging the camera
Young n***a running with the work Earl Campbell
Trapping in bandos and shelters
Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
Pourin' that 2 plus 2 in my Fanta
Your pockets look like they got cancer
I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons
My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo I threw it to him like I was Peyton
I told momma we gon' make it
Now I'm on trips Jamaica
Making a trip to go get the narcotics
I set the fire with this pocket rocket
Emmitt Emmitt touchdown
PHWIW PHWIW PHWIW PHWIW PHWIW
GLAW BOW
That's a hundred rounds
GLAW GLAW
N***a lay it down
None of my plugs from America Africa Australia
Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers
None of my n***as they scared of yah
Hang a f**k n***a like ornament n***a
Broke a*s n***a unfortunate
I keep the babies like orphanage babies
Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies
Sellin' the d**e to economies
Young rich n***a ridin' 'round in the Bentley
Throwin' money out the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant
I'm two steps ahead of ya never been regular
Hit a n***a with the antid**e and we burry him
Hop in the Jag' I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a n***a got cataracts
Duck a*s n***a I'm calling you Aflac
Alley oop dunking them bricks it's a Shaq attack
Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
Like Offset been throwin' like a quarterback