Migos - What You Expect

Artyści:: Migos, Bongo
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Gatunki:: Trap, West Coast
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[Intro]
Bon
Go
Bongo By The Way
Migo

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Mix the gas with the propane (Gas)
Free my niggas in the chain gang (Free)
All these hoes on the same thing (Woo)
Migos and they know The Game (Game)
Red coupe flames in the lane (Skrrt)
Two cups up if you drank (Two)
Two guns up, Jesse James (Two)
I take the bag, fuck the fame (Uh)

[Chorus: Quavo and Takeoff]
I just took your bitch dat way (Dat way)
Her pussy poppin’ like a AK (Rraow)
Body rockin’ for the rackades (Rackades)
Pressin’ buttons like the arcade (Arcade)
Press (Hey)
Gimmie my check (Check)
Hop on a jet (Jet)
Get no respect, you get no respect
Mill’ on my neck (Ice)
What you expect?
What you expect? (Takeoff)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Shoot at your neck (Shoot)
Aim at your chest (Chest)
Fuck up your vest (Vest)
I’m on that drank (Drank)
Hope I don’t wreck (Skrrt skrrt)
I make her faint (Oh), gotta impress (Press)
I feed her dick, relievin’ the stress (Stress)
Diamonds on Fiji, that’s water, that’s wet (Splash)
They wanna be me, they act and they flex (Flex)
See me on TV, thank God that I’m blessed (Blessed)
Just like a button, these niggas get pressed (Pressed)
Don’t need no salad the way that I dress (Dress)
We from the North, Game from the West (West)
Two of the best, I’ma have to confess (Uh huh)
Young nigga but an O.G. in my flesh (Flesh)
No knockin’ Country but I got a check (Uh)
No Mortal Kombat, fatality threat (Uh)
Pull up at the stage and don’t break a sweat (Nah)
Monopoly, I’m runnin’ with the sack (Run with it)
Whippin’, the Rari is matte black (Matte black)
Lil’ mama lookin’ like a whole snack (Lil’ mama)
Karate Kid in with the wax (Wax)
Big jet, it’s a thirty pax (Big jet)
I play with the bread if you playin’ with the cat (Pussy)
Now I got ’em naked like a mole rat (Uh)
I make ’em a second, let me see to where it’s at (Takeoff)

[Chorus: Quavo]
I just took your bitch dat way (dat way)
Her pussy poppin’ like a AK (Rraow)
Body rockin’ for the rackades (Rackades)
Pressin’ buttons like the arcade (Arcade)
Press (Hey)
Gimmie my check (Check)
Hop on a jet (Jet)
Get no respect, you get no respect
Mill’ on my neck (Ice)
What you expect?
What you expect?

[Verse 2: The Game and Quavo]
Kim K, that’s my old thing (Smash)
Chloe K, that’s my old thing (Woo)
Fuckin’ stars when they was no names (Nobody)
Everything was on the low (Shh)
Lisa Ray, that’s my old thing (Lisa)
Stacy Dash, that’s my old thing (Stacy)
Black Chyna, hit it from behind her
Told her, „Baby, keep your mouth closed” (Uh)
Bad bitch from Philly had her poppin’ wheelies, ass pinned up on the stove (Bad)
So dread, pussy so fire, had her curlin’ up them ugly toes (Woo)
Erica Minner (Hey), had to get in her since Santana, whoa (Whoa)
Situation kinda complex (Complex), tearin’ buttons off my clothes (Uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout Miliyah, nigga, I ain’t lyin’, I could fuck her ’til I’m old (True)
Twenty-one times savage in that pussy and she thick as Amber Rose (Woo)
India Love, that’s my young thing (Yeah), sorry that we got exposed (Whoa)
I felt the pussy, touched the pussy, dug the pussy, then I put it on her nose (Ay)
Mindin’ givin’ bitches shows (Woo)
My dick puttin’ families on (Woo)
My dick is black entertainment (Yeah)
My dick a business on its own (Woo)
Tell Nicki stop hidin’, come and be a winner on the game show (Brr)
69 like a pussy nigga, turn that coochie to a rainbow (Uh)

[Chorus: Quavo]
I just took your bitch dat way (Dat way)
Her pussy poppin’ like a AK (Rraow)
Body rockin’ for the rackades (Rackades)
Pressin’ buttons like the arcade (Arcade)
Press (Hey)
Gimmie my check (Check)
Hop on a jet (Jet)
Get no respect, you get no respect
Mill’ on my neck (Ice)
What you expect?

[Verse 3: The Game and Quavo]
She could be (Uh) brown skin (Brown), Rihanna thick (Rihanna)
Dark skin on her Wakanda shit (Wakanda)
Light skin from the 6 (Woo)
If it’s God’s plan, I’ma fuck your bitch (God)
Keyshia Cole I could hit again
Bow Wow baby mama shit a ten (Ooh)
We was fuckin’ under ceilin’ fans
Pink drippin’ like this shit was Killa Cam (Yuh)
Bulletproof Wraith with the top down, yuh (Skrrt)
Tummy Tea model with her top down, yuh (Woo)
Big nigga feelin’ like Pac down here (Woo)
Mink coat even when it’s hot ’round here (Cyeah)
Diamond chain like the old Wayne
Old Baby, old Turk, old Juve (Bling)
I juve ’em Black Panther motion picture shit
I ain’t into makin’ home movies (Movies)
Eatin’ raw sushi, yeah, it’s all Gucci
Every 13th I’m in all Louis (Ooh)
If she A-1, bring the sauce to me
Oh that’s Fendi? Put the lipgloss to me
She just draws to me, sit across from me (Woo, woo)
Bring it all to me, be a boss to me
Lil’ mama on the stage, I’m just bein’ Jay
And baby girl lookin’ lost to me (Migo!)