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migos - cocaina lyrics

[intro: young thug & quavo]
act’ daddy
ysl, yrn
uhh
cash clay
yrn, ysl, you know?
brrrr
woop, yee!
thugger
uhh, woahh!
migos!

[hook: quavo & young thug]
yee!
cocaina, cocaina
cocaina, cocaina (sheesh)
cocaina, cocaina
cocaina, cocaina! (woah)
cocaina, cocaina
cocaina, cocaina (yee!)
cocaina, cocaina
tutututu, white!
cocaina, cocaina (ya!)
i don’t wanna serve my people (ya!)
cocaina, cocaina (ya!)
you can call them birds, call them seagulls (brrrr!)
cocaina, cocaina (ya!)
you can call the girl mamacita (ya!)
cocaina, cocaina (ya!)
i do this sh-t for my familia (ya, ya!)

[verse 1: quavo & young thug]
turn a half to a whole thing (woah)
with cocaina you will make a name (woah)
if you wanna make a mountain (rock)
gotta turn that kitchen to a hurricane (woo!)
trapping out the boarded houses (bando!)
don’t go check the door without john wayne (grahh!)
all white bricks, plain jane (white!)
pure cocaina cane, cocaina cane (woo, woo, woo) (hee!)
have you ever seen a drop before? (drop before)
have you ever seen a drought? (h-ll nah!)
have you ever seen a pot before? (pot before)
fishscale jumping out (yeah!)
everybody know cocaina (woo) make the whole world turn around (woop!)
out in venezuela talking cocaina with the plug right now (cocaina!)

[verse 2: young thug]
ysl ysl (slime!)
migos ‘til i’m dead and pale (yee!)
no cop whip it like a chef
count that profit like, yeah
throttled up look like a crocker (what!)
got some bad hoes up in minneapolis (bih!)
got some crosses round my neck like pastors
f-ck a father like son, b-tch, we b-st-rds (f-ck em!)
got some baking soda, that’s what sells a plug (hey!)
i wanna see some heels, cooking make me love
yeah, i got that dope like pieces, i would love to meet ya
i done beat it, beat it, now she say she bleeding
don’t mislead her, treat her now she know it’s easy
she know it’s easy

[verse 3: takeoff]
cocaina, call it miley cyrus
actavis ‘cause we don’t drink that wise sh-t
they talking about the migos we spreading like we a virus
thinking about running up on me, think i’m sweet, i wouldn’t advise it
diamonds build our temperature up, f-cking run it to the closet
chopper make you do whatever i say n-gg-s call me simon
money growing like pinocchio, n-gg-, but i ain’t lying
most of these b-tches ain’t mine, i f-ck them then move down the line
see that cocaina gon’ bring you to crime
and that cocaina gon’ start bringing the fire
but get caught with that cocaina get time
you been f-cking up and run at the wrong time
it can be a crumb they gon’ charge you like it’s a dime
looking at my neck and wrist like why i can’t shine
looking at the i8 like why can’t i ride?
cocaina come out the boat and it’s certified

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