Sexta-feira, 3 de Novembro de 2017

Migos - T-Shirt

 

Letra

 

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (glaw)
Neck water faucet (water), mocking birds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking (act), nats keep thotting (nats)
Wrist on hockey (hockey), wrist on rocky (Rocky)
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
Bitches call me papi, (bitch!), 'sace that's my hobby ('sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it
Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin'
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (Cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga I don't do deposits
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics
I'mma get that bag nigga, ain't no doubt about it (yup)
I'mma feed my family nigga, ain't no way around it (family)
Ain't gon' never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar nigga
Straight out nawf Atlanta (nawf side)
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ay)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you
Mama told me (mama) not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
1995 (nineties) 2005 (two-thousands)
Seen it with my eyes (seen it), dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties (mob), real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies (woah), all time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon' bite like vultures (vulture)
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrr skrr)
I'mma hit the gas (gas), 12 can't pull me over (12)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas
I get high on my own sir, heard you gon' clone sir
Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd it's a mosh pit
Yeah shawty bad but she broke 'cause she don't own shit
Mama asked me "son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' 'round through the city in my new bitch
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ay)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you, mama told you
 
Compositores: Brandon Rackley / James Bernard Jr Rosser / Kirsnick Ball / Trevon Campbell / Kiari Cephus / Quavious Keyate Marshall

 

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Terça-feira, 3 de Outubro de 2017

Migos - MotorSport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

 

Letra

 

[Quavo]
Yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Quavo]
Fix all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Niggas not cappin' this season

[Offset]
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Leer (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

[Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love, when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't, what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they're catfishin'
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like their back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

[Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know, what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

[Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

[Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

 

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Sábado, 6 de Maio de 2017

Katy Perry - Bon Appétit ft. Migos

 

Letra

 

Cause I'm all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin'
Bon appétit, baby

Looks like you've been starving
You've got those hungry eyes
You could use some sugar
'Cause your levels ain't right
I'm a five-star Michelin
A Kobe flown in
You want what I'm cooking, boy

Let me take you
Under candle light
We can wine and dine
A table for two
And it's okay
If you take your time
Eat with your hands, fine
I'm on the menu

'Cause I'm all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin'
Bon appétit, baby

So you want some more
Well I'm open 24
Wanna keep you satisfied
Customer's always right
Hope you've got some room
For the world's best cherry pie
Gonna hit that sweet tooth, boy

Let me take you
Under candle light
We can wine and dine
A table for two
And it's okay
If you take your time
Eat with your hands, fine
I'm on the menu

'Cause I'm all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin'
Bon appétit, baby
'Cause I'm all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin'
Bon appétit, baby

Sweet potato pie
It'll change your mind
Got you running back for seconds
Every single night

I'm the one they say can change your life
No waterfall, she drippin' wet, you like my ice? (Blast)
She say she want a Migo night
Now I ask her, "What's the price? " (Hold on)
If she do right, told her get whatever you like

I grab her legs and now divide, aight
Make her do a donut when she ride, aight
Looking at the eyes of a dime, make you blind
In her spine and my diamonds change the climate

Sweet tooth, no tooth fairy
Whipped cream, no dairy
She got her hot light on, screaming, "I'm ready"
No horses, no carriage

'Cause I'm all that you want, boy
All that you can have, boy
Got me spread like a buffet
Bon appétit, baby
Appetite for seduction
Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin'
Bon appétit, baby

 

 

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