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migos - give no fxk lyrics

(feat. travis scott & young thug)

[intro: quavo & baka not nice]
dj durel
murda on the beat, so it’s not nice (go)

[chorus: quavo & takeoff]
we don’t give no f-ck (no)
we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck sh-t)
we don’t give no f-ck (no)
we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck sh-t)
out in public (public)
and we run sh-t (run sh-t)
out in public (public)
and we run sh-t (get right)
i got too many diamonds on, i look awesome (ice, get right)
yeah, after i hit that ho, she need a walker (smash, get right, uh)
i done shook them problems off, now i’m bossin’ (woo, get right)
yeah, stack the money tall, back to ballin’ (get right, takeoff)

[verse 1: takeoff, offset, & quavo]
big boy rolls, swerve the lane, i be hoggin’ (big boy rolls)
lit four blunts of cookie, musty, yeah, it’s foggy (cookie, woah)
i can park it, stick be sparkin’, do no talkin’ (brrt)
watch me hit the target, mark the carpet, then depart it (offset)
we don’t give two f-cks
choppers hangin’ out the rolls royce truck (pop ’em)
go play with your kid, ’cause i up (up)
she broke, so why would i cuff? ayy
we rich, lit, we ’bout to go up to sp-ce (lit)
gold toilet, i took me a rich sh-t (woo)
’cause i have racks on my plate (racks)
i make you go get the bag, baby, we livin’ the dream (livin’ the dream)
gang not comin’ in last, top ranked in loyalty (top ranked)
it’s a millionaire campaign, that’s what it’s supposed to be (campaign)
pray my soul to keep when i go to sleep (uh, huncho)

[chorus: quavo]
we don’t give no f-ck (no)
we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck sh-t)
we don’t give no f-ck (no)
we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck sh-t)
out in public (public)
and we run sh-t (run sh-t)
out in public (public)
and we run sh-t (get right)
i got too many diamonds on, i look awesome (ice, get right)
yeah, after i hit that ho, she need a walker (smash, get right, uh)
i done shook them problems off, now i’m bossin’ (woo, get right)
yeah, stack the money tall, back to ballin’ (get right)

[verse 2: young thug]
with it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
split it (yeah, yeah)
drop-top rolls (yeah, yeah, yeah)
gutter, machete (skrrt, skrrt)
no confetti (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b-tch too petty (woah, b-tch)
big machete (petty, petty)
i gotta dead it (woo)
we don’t give no f-ck (uh-uh), we don’t give no f-ck, no (we don’t give no f-cks)
give her a couple bucks (bucks), get her tummy tucked, woah (woo)
harriet tubman-ed up (yeah), twenty bills in my clothes (ayy)
i got a bulletproof truck, i got the backwards doors on the royce
give no f-cks

[chorus: quavo & travis scott]
we don’t give no f-ck (no)
we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck sh-t)
we don’t give no f-ck (no)
we don’t give no f-ck (f-ck sh-t)
out in public (public)
and we run sh-t (run sh-t)
out in public (public)
and we run sh-t (get right)
i got too many diamonds on, i look awesome (ice, get right)
yeah, after i hit that ho, she need a walker (smash, get right, uh)
i done shook them problems off, now i’m bossin’ (woo, get right)
yeah, stack the money tall, back to ballin’ (yeah, get right)

[verse 3: travis scott]
i done been ’round the whole globe and did a few laps and brought back a whole tide
she done spent time in the hood and found nothin’ else is better than that side
i done went set up the jack and made sure the pack ain’t gotta push packs quite
stuck at the top of the chain, in top of her brain, can’t fall off at one time (yeah)
all my colleagues say how we live outrageous (alright)
we don’t count the days, we just count the payments
just let that juvie play, she start rejuvenating (juvie)
alive at night, we take everything, we face it, yeah

[outro: quavo]
dj durel
murda on the beat, so it’s not nice

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