Migos

Migos - Plan B lyrics

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I gave a bitch a Plan B (Open your mouth)

'Cause she was my plan B (Side bitch)

I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)

She a real trapper in the streets

My niggas don't mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My niggas don't mean it)

Cookie bag and a Percocet, that's what applied to me (I'm geeking)

The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)

I f**k her once, then she leave (Smash)

She only got her f**king keys; I give her phone down the street



Eat it up - busy bees

Stevie Wonder, play with keys

I told my plug, "Yadda mean,"

That mean, "Come on, with them things,"

I put the work 'cross seas

Feel like I play with Kareem

I walk around with the nin'

Hundred thousand for the team

I woke up 'cause I had a dream

I shot at nigga in the spleen

Two niggas looking like Kel and Ken'

Your favorite cousin, dope fiends

I was going on a mission

But I swapped out my hoe for that

Young nigga talking business

Tell that nigga I ain't here for that

Migo Gang like the Thundercats

And I'm trapping out a Hellcat

Pussy nigga, you a lab rat

Bitch, my diamonds doing jumping jacks

Pull up, gave a Phantom heart attack

Hoe nigga, where your heart is at?

We quick to send 'em to the cardiac

Cookies and Perc' - that's the starter pack

Go to the jeweler; want all of that

Ball on my court, nigga, can't get the ball back

I be where the money fall at

I take the pot and beat it with a ball bat

You ain't own it, Where you rent it at?

If it ain't broke I ain't fixing that

I put the dope in the trunk

I put the extras in the kitty-cat



I gave a bitch a Plan B (Open your mouth)

'Cause she was my plan B (Side bitch)

I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)

She a real trapper in the streets

My niggas don't mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My niggas don't mean it)

Cookie bag and a Percocet, that's what applied to me (I'm geeking)

The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)

I f**k her once, then she leave (Smash)

She only got her f**king keys; I give her phone down the street



f**k on me, then f**k my brother

Just because she's your bitch, you don't trust her

These bitches really trying to come up

Damn, she trapped you, you nutted up

When you went to work, I had picked her up

She said she want to kick it on the bus

f**king and sucking up all of us

You know how we do; we just slaughtered her

My jeweler made me look like Slick the Ruler

My bitches booshie, walking with a poodle

When I was little, thought bitches had cooties

Now that I'm grown, got a brick in her coochie

Finesse the plug; I hit him with the whoop-de-whoo

Finessed him right out his shoe

I got some boot in my Margiela boots

Bitches running 'round my mansion in nude

Bitches stick to me like Gorilla Glue

Smoking on cookies did somebody poo?

You niggas is suckers; you a roody-poo

YRN 2, ball alert, got the news

Sipping on Actavis, like it's a brew

(Aye, Boaw!) Who shot at you?

Yes we can f**k, is your friend f**king too?

(Ooh, Boaw!) I'm killing her too

Plan B, you can f**k her for free

Make sure that shit don't get back to wifey

Skeet on her cheek, f**k her one time a week

Get a Plan B, 'cause I know I was geeked

f**king this bitch, went to sleep

I got to get this bitch a Plan B

She f**king that nigga, that nigga, then me

I just want that mouth, 'cause I know it's on fleek!



I gave a bitch a Plan B (Open your mouth)

'Cause she was my plan B (Side bitch)

I got my hoe on a leash (Get over here)

She a real trapper in the streets

My niggas don't mean no harm, unless you come handling me (My niggas don't mean it)

Cookie bag and a Percocet, that's what applied to me (I'm geeking)

The dab is not a sneeze (Dab)

I f**k her once, then she leave (Smash)

She only got her f**king keys; I give her phone down the street
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Language: English

Appearing on: YRN 2 (2016)

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