Migos

Migos - Jealousy lyrics

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So niggas wanna hate on me
 So niggas wanna pile on me
 They jealous and they envy me
 'Cause I'm really who they wanna be
 I ain't never did a sneak diss
 Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
 I guess they mad 'cause we young and rich
 I guess they mad 'cause we fvcked they bitch
First off B.I.G. may you rest in peace
 Killed my nigga Pac and Biggie over jealousy
 Vegetarian shooter, he don't care 'bout the celery
 Hollow to that sang it for you, here, feel the melody
 Niggas come alone while I'm on vacation in Beverly
 Offset told me press them buttons like the game of Jeopardy
 I'm passing it, niggas wanna hit me for my necklaces
 Diamonds VVS, bet that jewel was out for sale
 You either respect it, don't like it, we take it
 You fvck niggas try me, my nigga gold records
 Never will you catch me naked, young man hissing, give me the weapon
 Stuffing the foot, nigga, out, with thousand dollar Giuseppes
 Boss shit, only boss niggas, them asses
So niggas wanna hate on me
 So niggas wanna pile on me
 They jealous and they envy me
 'Cause I'm really who they wanna be
 I ain't never did a sneak diss
 Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
 I guess they mad 'cause we young and rich
 I guess they mad 'cause we fvcked they bitch
Hey, holla, holla, we'll take off here
 My brother, take off all your trouble
 I'm hitting these niggas in Versace jacket, that's an 1800 dollar sweater
 I'm getting that cheddar, my life is so better
 Fvck nigga, man, 'cause I'm a trendsetter
 They ain't got rocks, I'm looking at your pebble
 I'm rocking this stage like I get heavy metal
 I got the ether like none, I'm strapped away, ammo and bombs
 I'm telling my nigga go get you because of the money, they itching, they pause
 Prrrm doom doom that's a hundred round draw
 I send 'em, ain't touching my mouth
 Asking my Lord to forgive me because He know the wrong that I done
So niggas wanna hate on me
 So niggas wanna pile on me
 They jealous and they envy me
 'Cause I'm really who they wanna be
 I ain't never did a sneak diss
 Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
 I guess they mad 'cause we young and rich
 I guess they mad 'cause we fvcked they bitch
Fvck nigga you saying we dissing
 Mistletoe chopper, them bullets, come kiss 'em
 Don't enter our lot without no permission
 Leaving 'em standing like chainless
 Got niggas that come for your chimney
 Like the Grinch that stole Christmas
 Did a 8 month sentence, I did it, came home to the richest
 You niggas ain't relevant, pussy, they pecking that
 Mellon, off with a veteran, and a pack on they measurements
 You niggas got so much jealousy, I pick the pistol with felonies
 Nigga, I'mma have to teach you a lesson
 Hit that with a Smith & Wesson, hang about that 'cause this shit is depressing
So niggas wanna hate on me
 So niggas wanna pile on me
 They jealous and they envy me
 'Cause I'm really who they wanna be
 I ain't never did a sneak diss
 Call my hit man quick to put you on the hit list
 I guess they mad 'cause we young and rich
 I guess they mad 'cause we fvcked they bitch
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Language: English

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