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migos - mr. miyagi lyrics

[intro]
yeah, woah, migo
let me take these f-ck n-ggas back to the bando man (ugh)

[verse 1: quavo]
take ’em to the house with the boards on the windows
it’s a drought in the summer (trap!), but we working all winter
take ’em to the northside, where migo was invented (nawf)
run up on me now, bet i hit you with extensions (ugh)
dabbin’ through the city they gon’ f-ck up nothin’ but benji’s
when i walk into the trap house
bet i run straight to the kitchen (one time)
i got molly, i got white, i know, that i told you in hannah montana (hannah montana)
made a million overnight
versace it got me a drop head phantom (versace)
mr. miyagi (mr. miyagi)
little bitty b-tch she walkin’ up look at her body
the work i divide it
acrobatic n-gga take the brick and circ-mcise it
you’ll remember (member me)
trappin’ out the house the window boarded up with timber!
you a pretender (‘tender)
i am the boss, head honcho call me simba (simba!)

[verse 2: takeoff]
you n-ggas just some beginners (beginner)
i am a boss call me simba (boss)
i am the master i’m mr.miyagi
i’m in the kitchen whippin’ chemicals
my n-gga’s criminals wanna get physical
you walk around with your pockets on minimal
remix a brick and make it look identical
overseas chopper intercontinental
trap out the bando before you serve look out the peep-hole
the people be watching for kilos
i’m with the vato’s que pasa to all my amigo’s
i’m trappin’ i feel like i’m nino
and all this mother f-cking cheese (broccoli)
n-gga just call me dorito
i’m selling fishes i got nemo f-ck with carlito
ten key’s on the yacht boat shoot freethrow

[verse 3: offset]
offset
detective looking for me asking bout me
n-gga where’s the pistol n-gga know you got it (where is it)
somebody snitchin’ sayin’ that i’m the n-gga (somebody)
in the city plugged in like a socket
i don’t know what the f-ck these n-gga’s talkin’ bout?
sat me down asked me you gonna talk or not
no arguing, fussin’, discussion
i do not know nothing i haven’t see nothin’ (no!)
and the mulsanne parked in the driveway
n0body thought i would be back here in it
when i pull up i’m lookin in dey face
i thank the lord because i’m eatin’ say my grace
back in the bando whippin’ particles
and you can catch me in magazine articles
balenciaga n-gga dressing remarkable
in the game permanently not erasable

- migos lyrics

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