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Migos

China Town

 

China Town

(album: YRN: Young Rich Niggas - 2013)


[Hook:]
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade (Chirp! Chirp!)
Motorola in the kitchen, whipping Sonya
My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana
Young rich nigga, getting money in Tijuana
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Selling that dope to the leems and lames, I pull up and I'm in your lane
That droptop that Audi insane, karate that chop on my brain
Got a main bitch, no name
My main plug, name Fang
He chopping them bricks and remixing them chickens
He front me the work, now I got a ticket
My plug came from China, my diamonds Albino
I got the birds singing like I'm Richie Lionel, I mean Lionel Richie
Finessing the plug, again I did it, my bitches exquisite
My life is expensive, you flexing the rental
Erasing the work, like a #2 pencil
Hoes with me, on the left and the right
I'm feeling like Malcolm I'm stuck in the middle
You a rat in the hood, Stuart Little
I'm blowing on gas like a fiddle
Young nigga in the hood selling nickels, white boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Whipping the coca, no cola
You want it, just hit me on my Motorola
My diamonds are yellow Corona, I'm selling that Princess Fiona
I'm smoking that gas with Obama
I pull up in Zondas, you pull up in Hondas
I laugh at you clowns, Ronald Mcdonald, chopping a ton of Osama
Mr. Miyagi my plug, I make all the profit, for checking his nasi
I'm feeling like Christopher Wallace, Versace, Versace, Versace
All these damn plugs, and young Takeoff I'm the socket
Beat that pot, Bernard Hopkins, I got flavor Baskin-Robbins
I'm fucking Kitana, you know I got Sonya, for days
My diamonds they kick Johnny Cage, Quentin Jackson Rampage
Plug out in China Town, hit my cell and said he got that shrimp fried rice
He drop the prices by the pound in China Town

[Hook]

done

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