Migos – Modern Day Lyrics

Migos – Modern Day Lyrics
Modern Day
Migos
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    "Modern Day." - Migos

    Album: Culture III (Quavo's Way) - EP
    Track No: 06
    Yeah, let's take a modern day stroll
    This is the modern day, hoe
    Last time I checked, we were running the globe
    I'm 'bout to go figure four
    Two knocks two time, it's a brick at the door
    Somebody blowing up lil mama phone
    Lil **** just come get ya hoe
    I'm talking Patek on the wrist, Baguette gone dance on the bitch
    You know that bitch too thick
    You can't even see the pants on that bitch
    The way that we spinnin'
    Spinnin' in Hellcats goin' Taz on the kit
    She wanna pop a G6
    She suckin' on dick until six
    I make a movie
    I'm going Michael Bay, Huncho the Sensei
    The way that I'm moving
    We going motorcade, move the tactical way
    I need the backend this way
    Somebody packing this way
    She get to clapping that way
    You don't got the answers like Sway
    Fuck it I'm cooling
    I'm in the coupe with the top and I'm waving a coolant
    Switch it go dually
    With a bad bitch and I play with her mind and her coochie
    I'm still Ratatouille, I got a pot that's so big it look like Chattahoochie
    We not the Fugees, I go fooley if a **** try to three stooges
    Break a brick down ****
    Break a brick down **** (Yeah)
    Break a bitch down ****
    Break a bitch down **** (Yeah, bitch)
    Word around town ****
    Heard your ass get around **** (Heard)
    Get the fuck from 'round ****
    You ain't even from the town ****
    Takeoff
    Where the fuck he came from (Where)
    When she see the Dawn, she givin' me some
    The Rari came red like a plum (Red)
    The streets like the sun
    I gotta ride with a drum, keep smoke in my lungs (Smoke)
    Arabian bitch in the passenger seat like she got a illegal bomb (Bomb)
    Baguette the charm, rainbow Daytona, I Lucky Charm the arm (Charm)
    That bitch is boring
    Oh that's your main, come get her, can't help it, she going
    Count up a bag but no we ain't touring
    If it ain't 'bout money I think it's annoying
    Pop me a perc with a cup of the purp
    When I hop in the vert with no key and I storm (Skurrt)
    BB the belt and I VV the arm
    Hop on a PJ, go visit the farm
    Indoor and outdoor whatever you on (What you on)
    Put that lil boy up 'cause my money grown
    I know some **** got rich off of zones
    Made double digits off Apple iPhones
    Throw that shit on, I get fly like a drone
    Put dick in her once, she won't leave me alone
    Kapital bones, the wallet is chrome
    They say they the opps but loving the song
    Eat up the dab when they come around
    And then go and put everything we got on
    If I got a plate, you know that he ate
    I'm too blessed so one thing I can't do is hate
    I like what you doing, just humble yourself
    And know we the ones that open the gate (Open the gate)
    Break a brick down ****
    Break a brick down **** (Yeah)
    Break a bitch down ****
    Break a bitch down **** (Yeah, bitch)
    Word around town ****
    Heard your ass get around **** (Heard)
    Get the fuck from 'round ****
    You ain't even from the town ****
    (Offset)
    Big body Urus, fast and the furious
    Grippin' my Mac, watch the rear in the mirror
    Baguettes on my neck on the Lear, I'm superior
    Two fifty each ear, what'd you say? I can't hear
    Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than Sears
    She ride the dick, speed it up outta gear
    Dropped outta school 'cause I didn't wanna hear
    I was thinking about making an M every period
    Got my shit out the block
    Seventeen hot, tryna plot on the guap
    Fuck that bitch, I had to go and get a knot
    I was on the block ain't know about a yacht
    Stick in my crotch, Audemars watch, Burberry socks, I was curving a thot
    Got baby KK a Birkin, why not?
    Bought a AK, fell in love when I shot
    We beat 'em in dough, we beat 'em in hoes
    We beat 'em in clothes, we beat 'em in Lambos on the road
    Hold up, my wrist it got rocks like HOV
    These boys are my kids, don't talk no more
    I'm stuffing dick in the back of this hoe
    My Rollie got skittles, you taste the rainbow
    Keep down the delay, I'm not Kurtis Blow
    Dropping the load on the Nawf in the go
    Bad but bitch ain't got nothing to give
    I'm a dad in this industry, I got some kids
    She wanna fuck me, I know I can see it
    Just for some clout, **** jump off a bridge
    I had a drop on the opp and we slid
    I don't be gamblin' my dog, that's the wig
    Make the money eight ways, I'm a squid
    He tellin', he yellin', he work with the pigs
    Break a brick down ****
    Break a brick down **** (Yeah)
    Break a bitch down ****
    Break a bitch down **** (Yeah, bitch)
    Word around town ****
    Heard your ass get around **** (Heard)
    Get the fuck from 'round ****
    You ain't even from the town ****

    Writer(s): Jordan Fox, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall & Shane Lindstrom.

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