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      Rich Nigga Timeline

      Rich Nigga Timeline

      Migos

      Album: Rich Nigga Timeline

      Migos - Rich Nigga Timeline Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [Hook: Quavo]
      First kicked the door when I was 17 years old
      Seen my first 50, ballin', 18 years old
      Let that pistol go when I was 19 years old
      First time turned 20, I was cashin' out on gold
      Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline
      Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine
      Rich nigga timeline, rich nigga timeline
      Rich nigga timeline, stay the fuck up out of mine
      
      [Verse 1: Quavo]
      Free my nigga Westside, locked up to this day
      R.I.P. my migo P, my nigga dead in the grave
      And I dare a fuck nigga come and try me today
      Abracadabra his face
      Quavo the magician, the pack gone it's missin'
      I got a ho and she got a ho and now they both kissin'
      Do you remember, the life I was livin'?
      I'm callin' the plug, I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
      I got the birds, pigeons
      They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside!)
      I might pull up with that chopper and extensions
      I just let it off, I empty about 50
      Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis"
      Told mama, "I'm sorry, pockets on infinity"
      You can ask around, really hit them juugs for the fuckin' pound
      Next time you see me, better not ask me for no money now
      Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown
      'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris Brown
      Used to cook up bricks 'til I turned that shit to an extra now
      I got the magic stick, feelin' like Criss Angel, bitch
      I disappear bricks
      
      [Hook: Quavo]
      
      [Verse 2: Offset]
      17 stackin' and countin', 18 I ran from the bounty
      You niggas is softer than Bounty, my nigga got 15, free Ronny
      Check out my bio, plenty felonies, known for countin' up broccoli
      Known for stackin' up celery, you niggas ain't even a vet to me
      'Member the days? Run in your house like a raid
      Young nigga tryna get paid
      Pistol to his face, give him a shave
      Never selfish, all the money I gave
      Never change, all the money I make
      1 baby, all these bitches I laid
      2 guns, nigga, never afraid
      Migos the army I'm never gon' trade
      Set-Set hit a 20 band juug
      He helped the hood, everybody was good
      I'm white like a tiger and I got the wood
      My niggas on go like Nike, they gon' do it
      These niggas wonderin', like how did we do it?
      Water diamonds on my neck look like fluid
      I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it
      I'm throwin' up the north cause that is my hood
      Locked up, mama couldn't get me out
      Called my nigga Bookie, he got me out
      KK got my back, ain't no doubt
      Player made, free my bro, let him out
      This shit is crazy, shout out mama house
      Don't come to my trap and you unannounced
      21 Challenger mounted up
      Doin' phones, fucked your credit up
      When you a boss they gon' cherish yah
      Investigations, I didn't tell 'em nothin'
      December 25th, on the run
      I didn't know if I was comin' home
      19, I was on my own
      My grandma died, cancer on her bones
      I ran in houses just to buy some Foams
      You can hear the pain in my voice on my songs
      
      [Hook: Quavo]
      
      [Verse 3: Takeoff]
      13 I got my first halftime
      14, broke in the club for an Alpine
      15 I got my first Glock 9
      It was rusty but it still'd bust a nigga
      I was lil' nephew, they wasn't gon' touch a nigga
      If I did, my uncles'll bust a nigga
      Migo gang, they couldn't fuck with a nigga
      Started beefin' with some sucka niggas
      Belushi's right there up on Club Drive
      It's was y'all side versus Nawfside
      Knocked a couple niggas out a couple times
      Got in shootouts with niggas a hundred times
      Come to your party, we fuckin' it up
      Young niggas, we never gave a fuck
      Young niggas, 10, 12, 13, on go with a finger point
      A lot of squads start poppin' up
      Screamin' shit that we ain't heard of
      Migos pull up at your residence
      Here comes the issue, "it wasn't us, bruh"
      We know you flexin', got the information
      So you still gon' get hit with the uppercut
      Beat a nigga to a puddle, nigga snitchin'
      Now we runnin' from the task force
      Niggas was kickin' in doors, takin' flat screens and all the gold
      Never got it and I sat on it, nigga, everything I got was sold
      Apple Mac, juugin' laptops
      Knock in your door, take your lil' brother's Xbox
      Migo Jerz stand around the curb
      Used to match up in the hotbox
      Hit a juug for some True Religions
      And some Robin Denims in a public community
      My brother's keepers, Migo we got unity
      [?] at the park right on Harrington
      To the bando, you see niggas gamblin'
      Hit a kick door my niggas be ramblin'
      I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus
      Finnesse a nigga at Papa John's up in Panama
      
      [Hook: Quavo]

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