Migos

[fox69]

"Dirty Dancing"

"Dirty Dancing"


[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Drop top Phantom, pull in at my mansion
I got hoes in the kitchen and they dirty dancing
Dirty dancing, dirty dancing, dirty dancing

[Hook x2: Quavo]
Drop top Phantom, pull in at my mansion
I got hoes in the kitchen and they dirty dancing
Oh she dirty dancing, yeah she dirty dancing
Oh she dirty dancing, yeah she dirty dancing

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Oh she dirty dancing, whip it with no panties
Oh my God I like it, I might make her wifey
Young Quavo so icey, yeah her whip game pricey
What out for them snakes in the grass, cause you know them niggas be sheisty
Pull up to my mansion, shawty in the kitchen dirty dancing
Her whip game is romantic, and her head game is outstanding
I pull up in that black and white, call me Marilyn Manson
I go to the jeweler cash out on the VVS cause my ice is dancing
Try to run away with my pack I take your whole family and hold them up for ransom
Wear Louis V on the red carpet now they flashing with they cameras
Every time I go the the vip I got these hoes telling me I'm handsome
Can't go nowhere with the goons because they always calling them animals

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
I got bitches dirty dancing, cook it in my mansion
Temptations on my neck and wrist, they singing and they dancing
Pull up in the drop top Phantom, black and green like Danny Phantom
Hop out like a celebrity, Young Takeoff no vegetarian
But I love my broccoli and that celery
On the block, serving up [?], smoking marijuana like a cigarette
On the phone with Hornito talking bout Marilyn and that heroin
I got birds and you know they gon' haul
[?] trap game, he a dog
Pop bands like [?]
In the kitchen with my Terminator arm
I show love to the niggas in the slums
Know J's that'll kill for a crumb
Got M-16, AR-15, know niggas plugged in with a bomb
Getting money like lil' Willow
[?] at the peak like widow
Pull up in that Lambo, look like armadillo
Gone

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Quavo]
No Ashton Kutcher, I am not a punk
I'm smoking on about half a skunk
Got birds off in the back of the trunk
No B.E.T but I wrap them up
He say he wanted them overseas, like UPS I ship 'em out
My trap ain't never gonna run out, unless there is a money draught
And there ain't no need for a bank account
I got bands in the floor at Grandma house
Call the plug and he'll send it over
Cause he already know what my money about
Got the J's calling my shit Mike Tyson
One hit and it'll knock your lights out
The hood calling me president cause I'm trapping out of the White House
The whole hood they praise me, my attitude is cocky
Cause I walk around with that crack rock and everybody call me Rocky
My left pocket is sloppy, my right pocket identical
Quavo just smashed [?] 2 bad bitches, identical

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Dirty Stick"
(feat. PeeWee LongWay)

"Dirty Stick"
(feat. PeeWee LongWay)



[Hook: Quavo]
Young nigga hit juugs with that dirty stick
Watch me scrap the pot (skurt!) with that dirty stick
She a bad bitch, finesse you, now she dirty, bitch
Oh my God, young nigga I love that dirty stick
Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks
Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks
Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks
Dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks, dirty sticks

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Young rich nigga keep a dirty ass stick
Finesse you out the pair with your [?], that's a dirty bitch
Cooking up the pie with that dirty ass stick
Pow, pow, pow, gggraow with the dirty stick
What's that in your cup? Man that's that dirty shit. (Lean!)
All my goons go crazy they be on that dirty shit
Ridin' round the city in a dirt ass Benz
Had to cut some niggas off, I had some dirty ass friends
32 dirty birds and they white, look like Michael Jackson
Try me with the fuck shit, then my animals attack 'em
Uncle Sam, had to tax 'em
Warren Sapp, quarterback sack 'em
Good gas, good cookie, sip the Green Bay I pack 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm mobbin', I'm working the pot with them dirty sticks
Got bino all up in the pot, whipping up 36
Like Grady and Fred G. Sanford I don't fuck with no dirty bitch
I lick on the molly and hit that bitch with that metal stick
Longway Hefner on a nigga they calling the boy your majesty
Them dirty sticks, them dirty sticks, young nigga come blast a bitch
You cuffing your bitch, I'm cuffing your bitch
We switch and we smash that shit
You talking bout racks, they stuffed in my MCM bag
They next to my dirty stick
Don't fuck with no rat, no snitch, get found in a ditch
Get hot with that dirty stick
We call for them birds, young nigga with dirty sticks
They same what to happen Bird and shit
Got hit with them dirty, dirty sticks and they were finessed by a bitch
Slim Dunkin on layup and shit, 3 amigos along with his shit
Took [?] to serve up a brick, instead of shopping we [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I be playing with them dirty birds like my name Jamaal
Pull up, hop out, I valet the Jag and Kamals'
Actavis that is my medicine
No internet but I'm connected to that white girl, Kevin Federline
Takeoff the vegetarian
I gotta have my lettuce and celery
I'm taking them trips to Beverly
I'm strapped with dirty artillery
The bando it got a dispensary
Lil mama she diggin' she feeling me
She told me she want to run round the lobby
I gave her a molly and left the club in the Ferrari
I'm pouring that dirty, that 40

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Do You Love Me"

"Do You Love Me"


[Quavo:]
Love me, love me or hate me
In the kitchen yeah, I'm the baker's man, ayy
Too much money, ain't no rubberbands
Put that bitch on the molly, she fuck me and friends, ayy
Yeah it's hot in here, it's hot in here, ayy (it's hot)
Bitch you not in here, you not in here, ayy (you not)
We got the spot in here, the spot in here, ayy (bando)
Don't get that Glock in here, that Glock in here
Who you worried 'bout? nothin'
What you worried 'bout? nothin'
Got that problem solver, solve one
Know we havin' it, we poppin' somethin'
Chinchilla on, Frank Lucas (burr)
Every state I go the same groupies
Train my soldiers, Major Pain movie
That Act ain't clean, they say you drinkin' motor fluid
Real drinker cup dirty, drinkin' sewage
Real smoker, cookies and the backwoods
I'm in Hollywood but I act hood
I kick a door then rap 'bout it, get plaques too

Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?

[Offset:]
I should not trust no ho
Last time I trusted she broke the oath
Cookie blunts on me, Act I poured a four
I done came from nothing, I deserve where I go
I just spent a hundred, 'nother hundred, that's two hundred
I fucked my bitch and then fucked her friend right up under her
Bitch can't take the dick, you too damn loud, you 'bout to wake her up
That money that my mission, it's on my mind and I don't give a fuck
Oh you got drank? let's pour up (mud)
Your bitch wanna fuck so I'm gon' wrap it up (smash)
I'm pipin' on niggas, I want [?]
My diamonds leaking on a young nigga's bucket, ayy
Fuckin' niggas, baby do you love me? ayy
Fuckin' bitches, pass 'em to my brother

[Quavo:]
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?
Do you love me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you?

 

[fox69]

"Dope In My Sock"

"Dope In My Sock"


[Hook:]
Young nigga flying pigeons all over the sea
Wrist game got my arm strong Hercules,
Flex, got that molly in the jar it look like dippin dots,
Hannah getting money, I got work call it Chris Rock,
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock

I got that dope, hit it one time and I bet you gon choke
Tryna take my dope, my nigga I'm coming to hang u on rope
Fellin like slick the ruler versace my shirt, I love Medusa,
Can't get in contact with my plug so I'm takin that flight to bermuda

I got the dope wipping and wipping a brick my arm get sore
Drop a hundred bandz off to my mama nigga, tryin' to make sure everything kosher
Hit a nigga ass with the rope a dope, 'cause I see these niggas gettin tired
You run out the bullets my nigga gon get you BOW BOW nigga It's a homicide.

[Hook:]
Young nigga flying pigeons all over the sea
Wrist game got my arm strong Hercules,
Flex, got that molly in the jar it look like dippin dots,
Hannah getting money, I got work call it Chris Rock,
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock

I put the dope in my sock, I put the dope on the block
I'm fucking your hoe
OG I'm trappin at Texaco, nigga talk shit but he buying my dope,
He buying it, breaking me pieces off chickens,
Servin the J's chicken tenders
Finessed the plug for a bag of work...
I know some lions some bears, some tigers, hyenas and even gorillas
My jeweler he cold like a cooler while buying your sugar
My boss credentials, that willow, they callin' me king in front of their mister, KING, you get the picture? don't get it twisted
I'm not the DJ but I will remix ya
Don't get it twisted.

[Hook:]
Young nigga flying pigeons all over the sea
Wrist game got my arm strong Hercules,
Flex, got that molly in the jar look like dippin dots,
Hannah getting money, I got work call it Chris Rock,
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock
I got the dope in my sock, I got the dope, I got the dope in my sock

 

[fox69]

"Dr Dolittle"

"Dr Dolittle"


[Hook - Quavo:]
Still trapping out the house with the boards on the window
I got chickens I got biscuits like I'm Mrs. Winners
We been getting guap since a beginner
I'm in the trap talk to my dog Dr.Dolittle
Did I say Dr.Dolittle I feel like Malcom In The Middle
I do got a whole lot of Gorillas
I swear to God they'll kill ya
Hell yea I said Dr.Dolittle
My dogs gon' eat you lil' nigga
Me and my dogs in the trap
We came up off of nickels

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
First time I kick that door I ain't even know
What I was getting myself into but I came out with gold
Seventeen years old cash out on a jugg
Hit a True Religion Store
Eighteen years old me and RelMoney hit the plug for a boat
My momma mad cause the house reeking
Bagging up grams late night I'm sleeping
It took her re-up money just to make this rap shit easy
And a whole lot of praying
Gotta lay you down the blueprint
I'm standing here with my dogs
Nigga I know M&M's gone stand

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
Fish scale fish scale
Yeah I'm selling dinner plates
Never passed gym class, but I'm good with moving weight
If I front a nigga duece
Then I need 4 back
Offset is a boss trap nigga hash tag
Coca coca coca crack
Hit like Sammy Sosa
From clapping like Magnolia
Tryna sew ya' I don't know ya'
I came up and you fell off
I score a hole in one like golf
My niggas trapping on and off
They get the work and get it off

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Emmit Smith"

"Emmit Smith"


[Intro: Quavo]
50, 40, there he go
30, 20, there he go
Touchdown! Go! Go! Go!

[Hook: Quavo]
Running with that sack, Emmitt Smith
Deuce-deuce pocket rocket, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith
Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith, Emmitt, Emmitt Smith
I just touched down on a pussy nigga
I just touched down on a pussy nigga

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Finessing the plug
I run with that sack and I make a touchdown
Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich nigga, we the new trend now
Came a long way, from kicking the doors
Now people they pay me in Paypal
Want me to fuck with you cause I came up nigga?
My-my-my momma she told me she love me
Go get money nigga!
I came a long way, from chopping the trenches to rocking the mic and I did it, we did it
My pockets on Pinky and I'm taking a pic
From flying from city to city

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Run with the sack like I'm Emmitt and I keep the aiming for niggas who envy
Versace, Versace, Givenchy, Givenchy
With double F's on me, no Fendi
My niggas ain't feelin' their bitches
They put on the ski mask, they leavin' no witness
My wrist just be spinnin' I'm doin' my fitness
Hall of fame trappin', young niggas I'm feedin'
My wrist game real sick so I need soup by Mrs Campbells
I'm baking a dozen on camera
Young niggas running with the work, Earl Campbell
Trapping in bandos and shelters
Young Takeoff and I'm finna buy Delta
Can fit 2 plus 2 in my Phantom
Your pockets look like they got cancer
I just bought a brand new Mercedes from Haiti and set it on some Walter Paytons
My 'migo he asked me to front him a kilo
I threw it to him like I'm Peyton
I told momma we gon' make it
Now I'm on trips to make
[?]
I set the fire with this pocket, rocket

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Offset]
Emmitt, Emmitt, touchdown
That's a hundred rounds, nigga laid down
None of my plugs from America, Africa, Australia
Chopper gon' bite like Bull Terriers, none of my niggas they scared of yah!
Hang a fuck nigga like ornament nigga, broke ass nigga unfortunate nigga
I keep the babies like orphanage babies! Go to the moon like astrologist
We not acceptin' apologies, sellin' the dope to economist
Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in the Bentley
Throwin' money on the ceiling momma told me I'm ignant!
Two steps ahead of ya, never been regular
Hit a nigga with the antedote and we burry him
Hop in the Jag', I'm droppin' the top back
Smoking on gas like a nigga got cataracts
Duck ass nigga I'm calling you Aflac
Alley oop dunking them bricks it’s a Shaq attack
Only one bird can bring the whole corner back
Like Offset been throwin' like a quarterback

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Exotic"

"Exotic"


Pull up with the trunk in the front
Got Amsterdam kush in the blunt
Foreign bitch gonna buy what she want
Gucci louis we stunting'
Exotic, exotic, all my cars exotic
All my hoes exotic, everything exotic
Maserati got whips, got bo, take trips
Hundred bands on my neck ain't shit
You ain't never chased out on a lick

6 rings on I'm Jordan, You tryna be Kobe
Stepped in the building your bitch trine know me
Versace so exotic you can't find this in the store
I took a trip to coca rica picking up the dope
In the kitchen water whipping cooking white girl
I'm in the bed getting head from 2 white girls
I just touched a million dollars I ain't 21

Pull up with the trunk in the front
Got Amsterdam kush in the blunt
Foreign bitch gonna buy what she want
Gucci louis we stunting'
Exotic, exotic, all my cars exotic
All my hoes exotic, everything exotic
Maserati got whips, got bo, take trips
Hundred bands on my neck ain't shit
You ain't never chased out on a lick

All white Lamborghini I'm stunting'
100 bands on my neck ain't nothin'
Young rich nigga shit you a broke nigga
You can have your bitch broke I ain't cuffin'
Bricks all white like George Bush
In the Masi' blowing amsterdam kush
All my cars exotic I gotta start push
I don't fuck with you, I fuck exotic bitches
I just came off the plane with 3 Korean bitches
Pull up with the trunk in the front
Ferragamo with the Bally I'm a stunt
Young rich nigga I could buy what I want

Pull up with the trunk in the front
Got Amsterdam kush in the blunt
Foreign bitch gonna buy what she want
Gucci louis we stunting'
Exotic, exotic, all my cars exotic
All my hoes exotic, everything exotic
Maserati got whips, got bo, take trips
Hundred bands on my neck ain't shit
You ain't never chased out on a lick

 

[fox69]

"Extra"

"Extra"


[Immature:]
Extra Extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that extra extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that...

[Rich the Kid:]
Girl, you know you got that extra wet
When we done fucking for some hours, have some extra sex
Bitch, extra dick
I got extra whips
Ian' got no time for no extra bitch
Don't be mad cause I'm chasing my paper
I need my extra Benjamin's, I'm like fuck a hater
We should spend some time taking extra trips
[?]
Put some extra racks in her Bezel
I ain't mad
Bitch bad, extra bad
Put some extra racks in her extra bag
I can't even lie, she flexing
Red bottoms and she got extra
I'm a' fuck her till I'm extra tired
Give her exercise

[Immature:]
Extra Extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that extra extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that...

[Rich the Kid:]
Know what I'm looking for
I need a bitch that need to dab on me, on some extra shit
Pull up with extra clips
Ain't dreaming about it, you living it
Everything foreign, extravagant
I'm in her mouth like cavity
[?]
And having no top with no speaker
Extra leaking
And I'm geeking
That's an extra reason
I'm on a pill with no advil
All in that pussy her ass real
Extra sauce
Even in that Coupe, she top me off
We in Hollywood, I ain't went Hollywood
Even [?] extra paid and I'm extra good
Ian' in a escalator, miss some extra shit
Bought my bitch a pinky ring, that cost a extra brick

[Immature:]
Extra Extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that extra extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that extra extra
Read all about it
I'm looking for that extra extra
Read all about it

 

[fox69]

"F ck 12"

"F ck 12"


It's a knock at my front door,
twelve kickin in my front door.
Now we runnin out the back door.
Got the pussy is the life of the band though. [x2]

It's a knock at my front door, they lookin for tricka, they hold on the streets, I be sellin that blow. There's a pot on the stove, up on a bow, in line on death row. I hit the back door, man hit me quick they found on the stove. Call real money, tell em bout money, nothin but hunneds. That sound of them microbirds as they hummin. That's them hollow tips that they comin. In the county, pull up the skirt in that Audi. Hit two hundred out on the highway. Skip goin crazier than a Mazda. Drivin like nick carbody. Let they pull up in the rari. Put such in my bed that they hardly. I'm sellin them buggers not Harleys. A white boy, he told me I'm gnarly.

It's a knock at my front door,
twelve kickin in my front door.
Now we runnin out the back door.
Got the pussy is the life of the band though. [x2]

Man, fuck, my momma hear my phone. Twelve in my home, they won't leave me alone. My dubstep works, hit by the dirt, right in the zerp. There's a hundred on that quick truck. Nigga you turn get outta here. Two two minutes, nice and seen it, grab. Man somebody tell the snakes. He gon tim bance syrup get set. What you mean? Hand you the pistol, hit a mack eleven. Sister car right now holdin nigga dead in seven. Got off the phone with Gucci he told us we on the new. We all over the channels, five five eleven and two. He said be sailor bros and hit me when you need some money. We takin different parts and planes we bout to leave the country.

It's a knock at my front door,
twelve kickin in my front door.
Now we runnin out the back door.
Got the pussy is the life of the band though. [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Facts"

"Facts"


[Intro: Takeoff]
Aye Migos, man they say y'all made a milli off Versace man, that true?
(That's a fact)
They say young rich niggas man went global all on the net man?
(That's a fact)
So you mean to tell me y'all niggas been had money before this rap shit, this ain't even nothing new man?
(That's a FACT!)
C'mon man check the resume. Migos been out here doin' that shit, fuck nigga
Know what I'm saying, the critics said this, they writing that, it's facts they writing though, feel me

[Hook x2: Takeoff]
They say you made a milli off Versace, that's a fact
They say before this rap shit you been had a check
They the young rich nigga went with global on the net
You niggas sound just like amigo, that's my lingo, that's a fact

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
You say that there's a new flow in the game then that's a fact
Niggas be like Takeoff you done blew up like I might be fat
Ain't no vacation in this rap 'til I see twenty platinum plaques
On the block like I might be Shaq
Bought a spauldings just check my stats
Walk in Saks with a sack
I'm fuckin' up the economy like Eddie Crack
Made a mil off Versace, independent, how you do that
Caught investing in yourself with M&Ms, nigga
Made a milli but don't think we don't got M&Ms

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Offset]
You niggas be talkin' you niggas be rappin'
That shit that you sayin' is not no fact
Back in the day I used to juug flats
My family proud of me no Kyla Pratt. Kyla Pratt
Stomp a nigga out like I'm in a frat
You gnat gnats bother me like a gnat
Hood bitch different color her tracks
Cookin' up chickens the babies just hatched
Fell in love with the lean I'm attached
I'm fresh and I'm dabbin', not talkin' bout wax
Fat blunts like a Louisville bat
I need all my money not takin' no slack
When you talk to a boss take off your hat
Break in these houses, free my nigga Mac
Bitches go both ways like Da Brat
You say not smokin' I make you relapse

[Hook x2]