Migos – Chapter 1 Lyrics

Migos – Chapter 1 Lyrics
Chapter 1
Migos
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    "Chapter 1." - Migos

    Album: YRN 2 (Young Rich N****s 2)
    Track No: 14
    Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers
    Dope dealers, all my ****
    Can't leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you
    Pimp ****, can't forget about my rich ****
    Bad bitches independent that don't need a ****
    Ain't got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture
    Ball, we gon' buy it all, hit the mall with you
    This for them **** and them bitches been through pain with you
    Get the picture?
    Trap **** trap in the trenches
    They been fingerprinted, they all in the system
    Rest in peace Sandra Bland and Michael Brown
    I pray I don't become a victim
    Rest in peace Pistol Pete, **** I miss you
    Smoking that OG gas bag in a swisher
    Drinking on codeine, don't fuck with that Henny
    And it's 7% alcohol in it
    Free West Side, he doing five
    That's a sentence, time ticket
    Want my **** to be free so they can just see how we living
    That boy Freaky, he be geekin' on them Xans, trigger itching
    Look like Kim Possible from Disney, I send him on a mission
    **** throw salt on your pimping, they can't wait to catch you slipping
    Tripping, burnt out **** [?], don't know what these **** sipping
    Trapping that contraband, never run out of narcotics
    Drug dealer that is my ****
    Asian persuasion, caucasian, black, white, and Jamaican
    I never discriminate races
    Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers
    Dope dealers, all my ****
    Can't leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you
    Pimp ****, can't forget about my rich ****
    Bad bitches independent that don't need a ****
    Ain't got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture
    Ball, we gon' buy it all, hit the mall with you
    This for them **** and them bitches been through pain with you
    Get the picture?
    Got a bitch up in the kitchen whipping up Diana
    Got a banana, black bandana hang off the handle
    Trapping the Porsche, hit the panel
    Stuffing the dope in the camel
    My **** is too hot to handle
    This is a real **** anthem
    Bad bitches, independent, on her business
    I pull up in the phantom and I got ten models with me
    Plus ten choppers with me
    Sipping on drink, my doctor with me
    Fuck that ho in a drop top Bentley
    Too many shooters so you cannot get me
    Hop in the foreign, and jump out the Bentley
    These bitches sucking on dick so don't kiss me
    Ain't talking money so dismiss me
    Your bitch keep telling me she miss me
    She eat up the molly like Nestlé
    Call me sir when you address me
    Don't let the money get the best of me
    Can't let these **** get the recipe
    Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers
    Dope dealers, all my ****
    Can't leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you
    Pimp ****, can't forget about my rich ****
    Bad bitches independent that don't need a ****
    Ain't got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture
    Ball, we gon' buy it all, hit the mall with you
    This for them **** and them bitches been through pain with you
    Get the picture?
    Ball players, trap ****, trendsetters
    Gang members, we the same ****
    Thick women, little bitty women
    Big mama, little mama, y'all the same sister
    I been on my grind, I beat the odds
    I know that I tried at least a thousand times
    My grandmama died, she stay on my mind
    At least I let her see me at the top and I made her smile
    I keep it real for my ****, got love for my ****
    Remember them days, we kicking in doors, came up off of pistols
    And it's so sad **** in your hood hating on you
    But it's all good, you got **** cocked and aimed on 'em
    Trendsetters, go-getters, drug dealers
    Dope dealers, all my ****
    Can't leave that house without your pistol then I fucks with you
    Pimp ****, can't forget about my rich ****
    Bad bitches independent that don't need a ****
    Ain't got no flaws, pause, bitch look like a model picture
    Ball, we gon' buy it all, hit the mall with you
    This for them **** and them bitches been through pain with you
    Get the picture?

    Writer(s): Takeoff, Offset, Quavo.

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