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migos - trouble lyrics

[hook: quavo]
pull up and i got a lot of work all on the freeway
what —-a you know making m&m’s on a tuesday
migo gang, hustle gang, known to get it hustle everythang
migo gang, hustle gang, known to get it hustle everythang

go out and hustle if you want the muscle man with the trouble
how many times i pull up with the chopper
—-a they don’t want trouble
trouble, —- —-a they don’t want trouble
how many times i pull up with the chopper
—- —-a they don’t want no trouble

[verse 1: quavo]
mama told me ‘quavo stop trappin’
i like kicking doors and taking gold i gotta have it
young —-a battled for a hustle mentalities
on the northside i was trapping, capping
made a million dollars independent, i seen it
pockets on mondo burger, call me keenan
then i —-ed your ho, now she can see me
giving me a m-ssage, i think she orthopedic
who want the problem, you don’t want no trouble
we pull up and solve ’em
shout out my driver, he get a million on the highway
got the work in exhaustion
gotta stay cautious, not taking no losses, migos young bosses
i think i’m getting nauseous
looking at my diamonds, looking like they frosted

[verse 2: offset]
as an adolescent i was up in trouble
telling on your brother, working with the undercover
never listen to a —-a, never listened to my mother
bah clah clah, let it burn just like it’s usher
got the 40, call me mark [?], 50 bricks up in the fender
hit the —-a with the semi
hit the witness, we don’t get a sentence
migo the army, young offset lieutenant
ak-47 tall as a midget
migos on top of you —-as like we is the gunner
focusing on my grind, i do it for my brother
my —-as keep a magnum, i ain’t talking about a rubber
you don’t want to go to war, i ain’t talking about a tugs
—-as be swimming, drowning up in the blood puddle (p-ssy! )
put a —-a up under the ground, call him harriet tubman
you reek and the stink of the bullet make him smell musty
you say you a shooter but why the h-ll your bullets rusty

[verse 3: t.i]
my —-as bust guns like chicago
and my money stack as tall as the sky go
and yeah my —- you couldn’t get unless you give her away
and any —- that you with ain’t —-, no —-, dig it
anybody —-ing with me know what it is
that —- that you be talking about we did it for real
i told my —-a doe b imma get him a mill
he died in december and we getting it still
hopping out ferrari with a pocket full of money
.40 in my trunk, bust down a couple hundred
gambling on the pool table lost me a couple hundred
then i struck a dice game and tripled my money
lames that belong on the wall of shame
well you can check my stats, i’m in the hall of fame
—- —-a better miss me with all the games
before i pull the chopper, decorate the wall with brains
and i ain’t —-ing round with it
last 13 years he ain’t —-ed around, did he?
even as a young —-a, bossing up around diddy
fighting with the bouncer, walking out of magic city
going over to the cheetah pocket full of velveeta
hear the name through the speakers, what it do my —-a?
hustle gang is the name, we the bankroll mob
get big bankroll is what we do my —-a, aye!

- migos lyrics

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