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(albüm: Papi Gordo - 2015)


[Intro]

[Bridge Quavo:]
I know
You wanna go
I know-ow
You wanna go
Come on, we taking off
And I know you don't wanna miss this plane

[Hook:]
Started with 100 bricks
Now I sold out bitch
My mama says stay patient
Hunnid bands I ain't waiting
I'm figgity figgity fucked up
Boy you got me fucked up
I'm figgity figgity fucked up
God damn you got me fucked up

[Verse 1 Quavo:]
Fill my cup up then you got me fucked up
Every ugly bitch in here, they looking bad as fuck
She popped a molly (OH!) Look at her tongue
The bitch that came with me said they want some
Just look at that, Forrest, look at that, Forrest, run!
Got pink in my cup, it's not looking like just a Bubble Gum
I'm asking the bitch "what's her name?" she telling me Cinnamon
I want to put all my glaze on you like a Cinnabon

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Takeoff:]
Lil' mama be looking so gorgeous
She ask me can I afford it
I told her bitch she got me fucked up
My Migos chain can pay her mortgage
24k on my toilet
Pockets enormous calling me Norbit
Take it from Migos I'm making Tostitos, illegal, I might get deported
You niggas be trippin, you fucked up
If you thinking you gon' catch me slipping
(KLA! KLA! KLA!)
Leaving no witness, Grinch coming through your chimney
I got the Bobby, the Britney, the Iggy
Sorry I ran out of Whitney
Yeah nigga, I'm making history
Before I die, you gon' remember me

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Offset:]
She grinding her teeth like she hungry
Popping the molly, she horny
She talking too much, she annoying
She giving out blowjobs, no employment
My diamonds anemic, she sneaking and geeking
She said she got a nigga, tell him she cheating
It's been a whole weekend, so when are you leaving?
Just suck on the dick baby girl, don't be teasing
My neck is so sick, somebody come and treat it
Migos in the building and we sold out arenas
Come get yo bitch 'out the session my nigga
She smoking up all of the reefer
Leave my 2 liter, don't do margaritas
This shit that we're smoking is louder than speakers

[Hook]

[Outro]

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