Migos Feat. 21 Savage – “BBO (Bad B*tches Only)” Lyrics

(Chorus: 21 Savage)
AP on me, iced out
Tennis chains iced out
Whole pointers ’round my neck
Looking like a lighthouse (shine)
Yeah ni**a piped down, choppa make it pipe down
Running man running man catch me if you can
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me (bad)
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me (bad)
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me
Hit it for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to my homie
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the morning (nah)
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me

(Verse 2: Quavo)
Huncho
Bad b**ches and I know some savage b**ches (bad)
Get it on they own they don’t have to ask you b**ches (get it)
Postin’ pictures on the gram and at you b**ches (Posted)
Secure the bag, lifestyle real expensive (‘cure the bag)
All these bad b**ches looking for attention (attention)
Think she bad, fake bad she pretending (that ain’t bad)
If you pay to get in your bag then you winning (winning)
All these Jones soldier f**k it they call me Quincy
Popped that seal (popped it)
Close that deal (close it)
We in the field (yeah)
Spread them bills
Layin’ still (got damn)
Maybach seat with the sheers
AP shifting gears

(Repeat Chorus: 21 Savage)

(Verse 2: Offset)
That ain’t carats in my bracelets (carats)
Put her on molly she f**k me brazy (molly woo)
We in the field with stitch like this Arcadia (Pah pah)
Flippin’ the game you ni**as gon’ meet your maker
Goyard havin’ racks and no regard (racks, racks)
Walkin’ around with a bad b**ch, she a barbie
I started my engine, I’m nowhere, where the car is
Hop in the wraith she ask me what the stars is
Every month on the third we get to Narcs in
Dog’s barking then kick the door no larsen
Livin’ the wild life like I am Tarzan
I took your broad again she wanna come with the stars again

(Repeat Chorus: 21 Savage)

(Verse 3: Takeoff)
Takeoff
Bad b**ches on me, only bad b**ches want me
Hold up, where the bad b**ches
Look at all the sad b**ches
Say a hundred do two hundred on the dash smash ni**a (smash)
Who want it, cause we money ain’t no question ask ni**a (ask)
They done pawn it and the f**kers ain’t no runnin’ past ni**as (no)
Man we done it what’s important, who you trust a blast with you (who)
Make it spaz, that’s a quarter cash in the caterpillar
Porsche tags in the ni**a ass, I’m a cop killer (f**k)
Reggie Miller shoot ’em bill up
Say ‘Phillipo’ ni**a you say, “Fill up”
Double cup, codeine killer
Houston Texas, no who trilla?
Bad b**ches in the mirror told her take the team with her (bad)
Bet she take the team with her
Bring the blue and green lookin’ at my (ice)

(Repeat Chorus: 21 Savage)

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Migos Feat. 2 Chainz – “Too Playa” Lyrics

(Intro: Quavo)
Yeah
(DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys
The right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She f**k with the gang, she f**k with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean
She got little perky breasts, I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown
My ni**a got felonies, let him out right now
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs
ni**as spending fast, 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large, y’all ni**a talk too hard
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My b**ch way better than his b**ch, yeah
We too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
Woo, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Chorus: Quavo)
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
ni**a claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a ni**a like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf**kers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
sh*tting on ni**as subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

(Verse 3: Quavo)
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a ni**a, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a ni**a without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Why’d I pick up the silencer?
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 5: Offset)
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad b**ch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your b**ch, I caress
Dry down the stick ni**a, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your b**ch is a throwaway mutt

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Migos – “Notice Me” Lyrics (Feat. Post Malone)

(Intro)
Good job First

(Chorus: Post Malone)
Got your hole in me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

(Bridge: Quavo)
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

(Verse 1: Takeoff)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a b**ch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace!)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took us home, make her come work for me (b**ch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city
Sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, ni**as that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them ni**as on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don’t charge ’em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Offset)
I told that b**ch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five b**ches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these ni**as be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me

(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Outro: Quavo)
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Migos Feat. Gucci Mane – CC Lyrics

(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

(Chorus: Quavo)
Bad b**ch know something (know something)
Give her that money, go blow something (blow it)
She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket
The pot look greasy
Suck me up, she please me
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a b**ch from bb (bb)
If she money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no ni**a (racks)
She keep up them bands with no ni**a (hey)

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yeah)
Told her just be patient, I’m gon’ make you famous
If yo’ ni**a want beef, treat it like it’s angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-key classy
I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain’t here for no pictures (nah)
Put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!)
Young ni**a popping them bands (woo)
Like Marshawn popping them Skittles (hey)
Young ni**a got a big green truck
Looking like Riddler Riddler
What b**ch name with the mean suck?
Damn, I can’t even remember (damn)
Money fall, yeah, timber (Timber!)
Ice on in the winter (ice)
Put the plug in the blender
Then, he showed up for dinner (that’s cold)

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Gucci Mane)
I suppose, propose, to show off my rollie in rows
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
f**k the folks and the border patrol, coast guard, free all of the bros
We the goats, who want some smoke cuz’ we set all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes, they look like dinner rolls
I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold
Multi-million, but I gigolo
My portfolio say I sold plenty coke
Wop!

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 3: Offset)
(Offset!)
Applying the pressure for mo’ millions
The bricks come from Japan and Korea
I done made 2.5 on my Nokia
He got kidnapped after that sh*t too real
Bad b**ch, she walking with Chanel on her feet
Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek
Plain Jane rolling with the bust AP
I make the thottie meet me at the grand marquee
Playing for keeps, gotta move it lowkey
She trying to f**k, she in heat
Yeah, she gotta f**k by the three (smashed)
Tip toeing back door and creep (back-do)
I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (trick)
I told her to suck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links
24 karat my sink

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
175 for the mink
Turn the housewife to a freak
And I got the ice on fleek
Chanel double down, CC
He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you)
Ran off, made your life on me
No gun, pull a knife on me
Back back, get your wife off me
On sight with me, my diamonds fight with me
Can’t clone, we on
Fly like drones, they biting me (rrrr)
A sight to see, this gas tank on E
North Pole, wrist on freeze
Wait til’ my dawg get free

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

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Migos Feat. Drake – Walk It Talk It Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, hold on (OG Parker)
Uh

(Chorus: Quavo)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it Like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (yeah!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it Like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (hey!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it Like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (ayy!)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it (woo)
Like I talk it (yeah!)

(Verse 1: Quavo)
Take my shoes and walk a mile
Something that you can’t do (woo, hey!)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves!)
I like to walk around With my chain loose (chain, chain!)
She just bought a new ass But got the same boobs (same boobs!)
Whipping up dope, scientist (whip it up, whip it up)
(Cook it up, cook it up) (Skrrt-Skrrt!)
That’s my sauce, where you find it?
(That’s my sauce) (Look it up, look it up, find it)
Adding up checks, no minus
(Add it up, add it up, add it up) (Add it up, yeah)
Get your “respek” in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
I bought a ‘Plain Jane’ Rollie
These ni**as bought they fame (woo!)
I bet my back got scoliosis ’cause I swerve the lane (skrrt!)
Heard you signed your life, for that brand new chain (I heard) Think it came with stripes, but you ain’t straight with the gang (Gang, gang!)

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Drake)
Aye! I gotta stay in my zone
Say that we been beefing, dog
But you on your own!
First night, she gon’ let me f**k ‘Cause we grown
I hit her, gave her back
To the city, she home! (she at home now!)
That was that
So I can’t be beefing with no wack ni**a, got no backbone
Heard you living in a mansion In all your raps though
But your sh*t look like the trap on this Google Maps, though
We been brothers since Versace bando, whoa
Name ringing Like a Migo trap phone, whoa
Used to be with Vashtie at Santo’s
That’s on Tommy Campbell’s
We live like ‘Sopranos’
And I-

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 3: Offset)
ni**as pocket watching (watching!)
I want that thot This that ‘ménage (which one?)
I bought a franchise To double up the profits (franchise!)
We make a land slide Chopper get the popping (landslide!)
Eliott got me rocky
Blow a socket, chicken teriyaki
Take off, rocket Keep ’em in pocket
Water gon’ lock it
Quadruple the profit! (profit!)
I walk like walk (hey!)
Talk like I talk (whoa)
Rush in my vault Know they catching assaults Brrt!
I put a lab in my loft (lab)
She cook up, and jab with the folk (jab)
By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair)
By the pair, I got karats each load (by the pair)
Private life, private jets ’round the globe (private life)
Hit a b**ch, hit a lick with the ‘cho (hey!)

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
Watch it buck, no man walking (Hanging)
Walk it, like I talk it
That’s my bro, he know the lingo (lingo)
Ain’t no ‘walkie-talkie’ (no)
This some, “You know, why don’t we know?” (we know?)
Hold out on that coffee
Smoke the Cookie, get the coughing
Drop dead fresh, I need a coffin
Balling, something we do often (ball)
Take the pot and I’m splashing up, dolphin (splash)
Take the .9 and go buy me a faucet (nine)
Walking like I talk A ni**a done bought it (uh)
I play the coach, so I gotta call it (call it)
Up in the sh*ts, some ni**as just dormant (sh*ts)
F**king a bih, and that’s not a problem (a problem)
I get a rebound, then tuck in my Spalding (ball)

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

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Listen Drake and Migos New Song – “Walk It Talk It”

Drake came through for Migos on their new single “Walk It Talk It” off Culture II.

The album is now out and Drake is among a all-star lineup on the guest list that also includes, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, Post Malone, Cardi B, and more. The 6 God has been breaking streaming records all week so naturally fans are already gravitating towards this single “Walk It Talk It.” The track was produced by Kanye West, Kevin Federline, and Southside.

“Aye! I gotta stay in my zone / Say that we been beefing, dog / But you on your own! / First night, she gon’ let me f**k ‘Cause we grown / I hit her, gave her back,” Drake raps while Quavo did the chorus. Each of the Migos rappers came through with a verse.

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