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lil migo - pstyle 2 lyrics

[intro lil migo]
ayy, ayy
d+mn, ayy
woo, woo
d+mn, ayy
p+style

[verse 1: lil migo]
my n+ggas gon’ shoot, pull up and dump out the roof
i+i wanna f+ck on her too
then get the boot, h+ho, you can’t stay with the crew
stand there, go make me some loot
i+i want that bread, then you can open your legs
man, that ho give me that head
you keep the rest, i+i wanted nothin’ but the neck
then you can go like a sled
d+don’t have no patience
n+gga, i ain’t with all that fake sh+t
i’m livin’ life like i made it
you try to play me, d+dot put you on the pavement
get away, n+gga, no cases
we likе the ’80s
juan trappin’ just like he baby
ho, i do not want a baby
know that i liеd, so why the f+ck you actin’ crazy?
i ain’t got a cape, i ain’t savin’
say that you slidin’, pull up and shoot out your tires
n+gga, don’t peek out the blinds
know that you hidin’
soon as i see you, i’m firin’
bet i won’t miss you this time
give me the draco
we breakin’ sh+t like a lego
your b+tch f+cked me ’cause i had pesos
i am the boss, n+gga, don’t ask me the cost
thousand a tooth how i floss
what is your thought?
you ain’t show me sh+t that you bought
said you forgot what it’s called
n+gga, you lost
i could show you how to ball
get it back, n+gga, don’t fall
we some young n+ggas
we got a whole lot of figures
hopin’ that you get the picture
i don’t smoke swishers
pass me a wood, my n+gga
i smoke on three, five, or bigger
my life gettin’ lit up
try to take somethin’, you get hit up
flip phone keep ringin’ for fill ups
these b+tches, they dig up
bet i done f+cked and then kissed her
stop all the lyin’, you missin’
you get your issue
n+gga get wiped like some tissue
i drop a bomb like a missile
give me a pistol
smack a n+gga in his temple
then leave his ass for the cleanup, d+mn
[verse 2: bankboy wayne]
ayy
i got a tool, ayy (ayy)
she wet as a pool, ayy
he an actor, tom cruise
fresh out and now the n+gga on the news
i+i got a pocket full of blue’s clues
f+ck on this b+tch and toss her with the crew
you+you ain’t gettin’ money, n+gga, you a fool
might teach ’em a lesson, take his ass to school
these n+ggas lyin’, i ain’t with the cappin’
we got them choppas ‘case he want some static
i’m in la, i’m ballin’ like i’m magic
hundred round draco, do a n+gga tragic
ain’t gotta say it, shooters automatic
we stashin’ pounds of money in the attic
i’m feelin’ like f+ck it, let the n+gga have it
know i ain’t stoppin’ ’til a n+gga in heaven, yeah
and i got a bad ho, she got a bag though
n+ggas be throwin’ these fits, why they mad for?
you know i’m up, but i came from the rags though
we goin’ live and we all in your city
i got a knot, they got hundreds and fifties
went through some sh+t and the lord is my witness
play with the gang, we gon’ tear up your ceiling
i need some strikers, i feel too official
i might just go brazy and pull up and fix ’em
walk out the house every day with a pistol
you never know when a n+gga might get you
these p+ssy n+ggas be softer than tissue
matches is on me if he want an issue
i’m in the trap smokin’ good for my mental
i got to own it, can’t f+ck with a rental, yeah, yeah
lil’+lil’ hoe done got in the bed, told her don’t open her legs
i want her neck, i got a beam and it’s red
put that sh+t straight to his head, leave ’em for dead
lil’ n+gga, f+ck what you said, we pullin’ up where you stay at
i’m goin’ fast, i might just hit you with lead
and send your ass straight to the med’
now we got ’em spooked, i might just hop out a coupe
shootin’ sh+t like i can hoop
she gettin’ loose
i told her f+ck on the crew
baby, you know what to do
money is pilin’, f+ck it, might fly to an island
and get me a b+tch from an island
my n+gga wildin’
fly sh+t like a pilot
gold on me, got me blinded, d+mn
[outro: bankboy wayne]
ayy
f+ck on your ho, yeah
tell her to go, yeah
we gettin’ dough, yeah
and that is for sure, yeah
i’m smokin’ this dope, yeah
been tellin’ me no, yeah
been tellin’ me no, uh
tellin’ me no

- lil migo lyrics

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