Migos

Migos - Muhf Ckn Tired songtekst

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Yeah, young rich niggas

Back to back, two times

Hahaha



Hit a nigga with the throwaway

Bitch I came from another place

Unfortunately we couldn't beat the case

f**k it we outta jail anyway

You want the Migo gang? You got to pay

Kickin' in doors for the 10k, 14k, anything

Young nigga cashin' out for the change

I already dreamed that I had the fame

Red and white coupe like a candy cane

Pop a perc, it feel like Bruce Wayne

Chop a brick like I'm Tsung Shang

Bitch I'm dabbin' in my own lane

Chokeslam a nigga, Quavo Kane

I hate a nigga tryna cook plain

Cause my money taller than a great dane

We gave the world dab fever check

My receipt is thousand dollar sneakers

Stop and get a play from cheetah

Quavo Derek Jeter, keep a street sweeper

I'm a salt water alligator eater

I play with water, you can check the meter

Cookie bag, that's my choice of reefer

Migo gang, aka grim reapers



Try the squad, nigga shots fired

Thugger daughter motherf**kin' tired (my niece)

Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank)

Hit 'em if he cross the gun line

You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine

He lookin' wrong, call it sus time

Free my niggas, give 'em phone time

Skin a nigga like a pork rind

We get to the money in short time

Watch us make it back 10 times

My wrist spinnin', I'm so f**kin' tired

That my favorite line, I'm motherf**kin' tired

Chop a brick like a samurai

We the niggas make the birds fly

Then I f**ked the bitch five times

Then I took her out cause I'm f**kin' tired



Takeoff!!

Just f**ked a model bitch five times

I just ate a burger from Five Guys

I'm smokin' on cookies from High Times

You smokin' with [?] outside

Migo gang, we have them mob ties

Put a f**k nigga on Fox 5

Pretty little bitch with her mouth wide

She see me pull up in that, frog eyes

Your bitch is 30 on the beat

Keep a 30 by my side

My bitches on fleek, Louboutin they feet

Ain't no question my niggas gon' ride

Ain't talkin' bout Drexler

When they come to that dope, nigga, I bet it's gon' glide

Ain't talkin' bout Dexter

Cook in the laboratory, Fendi frames on my eyes

Remember my pockets win the lottery

So every check gotta pay my tithes

Nigga tellin' lies just to cut time

My nigga you see 'em televised

No matter how hard I try

When I put music out I'm still gon' get criticized

Nigga f**kin' round with squad

Think they wanna get decapitized



Try the squad, nigga shots fired

Thugger daughter motherf**kin' tired (my niece)

Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank)

Hit 'em if he cross the gun line

You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine

He lookin' wrong, call it sus time

Free my niggas, give 'em phone time

Skin a nigga like a pork rind

We get to the money in short time

Watch us make it back 10 times

My wrist spinnin', I'm so f**kin' tired

That my favorite line I'm motherf**kin' tired

Chop a brick like a samurai

We the niggas make the birds fly

Then I f**ked the bitch five times

Then I took her out cause I'm f**kin' tired



I'm tired... I'm tired

These niggas flexin'

They talk about diamonds, they do not got VS inside 'em

I hit a lick, we divided it

Porsche with the gator inside of it

I'm on three Percs and I'm out of it

She gonna suck me up privately

I was young when the trap game adopted me

Grabbed the stick and shot his abdomen

Young nigga I am an arson

I got the pump in the cut with the carbon

My wrist cost a motherf**kin' 'Rari

I am a boss, I pull strings like a guitarist

You out of season, you need Lawries

Pull up in Beamers but trap out a Taurus

Look at the brick on my wrist look like Mick

When I got famous I darkened my tint

She took a mile when I gave her an inch

Won't sell my soul for some cash or a Bent

Hop in the plane and we land in Berlin

Christian Dior my bitch and her friend

(?) when I was in the pen

Prayin' to God that I don't go again



Try the squad, nigga shots fired

Thugger daughter motherf**kin' tired (my niece)

Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (drank)

Hit 'em if he cross the gun line

You holdin' yours? I'ma bust mine

He lookin' wrong, call it sus time

Free my niggas, give 'em phone time

Skin a nigga like a pork rind

We get to the money in short time

Watch us make it back 10 times

My wrist spinnin', I'm so f**kin' tired

That my favorite line I'm motherf**kin' tired

Chop a brick like a samurai

We the niggas make the birds fly

Then I f**ked the bitch five times

Then I took her out cause I'm f**kin' tired
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