Migos – Deadz (feat. 2 Chainz) Lyrics

Migos – Deadz (feat. 2 Chainz) Lyrics
Deadz
Migos (feat. 2 Chainz)
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    "Deadz." - Migos (feat. 2 Chainz)

    Album: Culture
    Track No: 10
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Fresh out, outta the bed
    Count up the deads (Bow, bow)
    We heard what you said
    We heard what you said
    If I wasn't trappin'
    I'd be wrapin' up them bundles (Trapping)
    If I wasn't rappin'
    I'd be trappin' out the condo (Know I'm sayin')
    Nah, for real no cap
    My money long like anaconda (Know I'm sayin')
    Nah, for real no cap
    I keep a sack like Savon Tucker (Sacks)
    If you think about runnin' with that
    Then you in trouble (Think about it)
    If you think about runnin' with that
    Then you in trouble (Gone)
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    (Nah, for real no cap) You **** in trouble
    (My money long like anaconda) You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    (If you think about runnin' with that) You **** in trouble
    (Then you in trouble) You **** in trouble
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads (Fresh out the bed)
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads (Count up the deads)
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads (2 Chainz)
    Gang bang, slang 'caine
    Heroin, half a ton, “Purple Haze”
    Cam'ron plays off a Samsung
    Gettin' the job done
    If I go jog at night
    Call it a mall run
    You know what I did last night
    'Cause I gave her all ones
    You **** in trouble
    Rock chains by the double
    Got dames by the double
    Do everything but cuddle
    Might buy a bowling alley
    I got mine out the gutter
    Fully automatic
    And it don't go stutter
    Rrraaah!
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    (Nah, for real no cap) You **** in trouble
    (My money long like anaconda) You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    (If you think about runnin' with that) You **** in trouble
    (Then you in trouble) You **** in trouble
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Uh, ooh fresh out the bed
    Uh, ooh count up the deads
    Hop out the bed and I'm countin' them faces
    I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin'
    No 20's or 50's, just Benjamin Franklin
    Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle
    I keep the banger, my brother my partner
    Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous
    I put the hood on my back when theses ****
    Couldn't do nothing but love it, but **** still hated
    Know they ain't real but these **** gon' fake it
    And if they got a problem my **** come straighten it
    **** debatin' , they hatin', they plottin', they waitin'
    They want my ice, tell 'em come take it
    Had people tell me that I couldn't make it
    Now I'm doin' shows out of state in the nations
    My mama told me I gotta stay humble, boy
    Don't be too ready, you gotta have patience
    Droppin' them bangers, bangers, bangers
    Double cup stuffed full, Texas Ranger
    One in the chamber
    I shoot a hunnid round clip like Wilt Chamberlin
    Go to the top and I'm gon' bring the gang in
    Bitch, do anything to get famous
    My wrist cost me a brick and it's frigid
    I'm rich, but I did not let it change me
    Statistics say that you **** ain't gangsta
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    (Nah, for real no cap) You **** in trouble
    (My money long like anaconda) You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    You **** in trouble
    (If you think about runnin' with that) You **** in trouble
    (Then you in trouble) You **** in trouble

    Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball, Ronald LaTour & Tauheed Epps.

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