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Migos

Deadz

 

Deadz

(album: Culture - 2017)


[Migos:]
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

[Quavo:]
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz
(Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn't trapping, I'd be wrapping up them bundles
If I wasn't rapping I'd be trapping out the condos (know I'm sayin')
No for real, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I'm sayin')
No for real, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)
If you think about running with that then you in trouble
(Think about it)
If you think about running with that then you in trouble (gone)

[Migos:]
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No for real, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about running with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

[Quavo:]
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, 2 Chainz!
Gang bang slang 'caine
Heroin, half a ton, "Purple Haze" Cam'ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don't—don't stutter (rra!)

[Migos:]
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No for real, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about running with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

[Quavo:]
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

[Takeoff:]
Hop out the bed and I'm counting them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start fainting
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the banger, my brother, my partner
Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn't do nothing but love
But niggas still hated
No they ain't real but these niggas gon' fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come straighten it
Niggas debating, they hating, they plotting, they waiting
They want my ice tell em come take it
Have people tell me that I couldn't make it
Now I'm doing shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me I gotta stay humble
But don't be too ready, you gotta have patience

[Offset:]
Dropping them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I'm gon' bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it's frigid
I'm rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain't gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No for real, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about running with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

done

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