Migos – Muhf Ckn Tired Lyrics

Migos – Muhf Ckn Tired Lyrics
Muhf Ckn Tired
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    "Muhf Ckn Tired." - Migos

    Album: YRN 2 (Young Rich N****s 2)
    Track No: 09
    Hit a **** with the throwaway
    Bitch, I came from another place
    Unfortunately we couldn't beat the case
    Fuck it, we outta jail anyway
    You want the Migo gang you got to pay
    Kicking in doors for the 10k, 14k, anything
    Young **** cashing out for the change
    I already dreamed that I had the fame
    Red and white coupe like a candy cane
    Pop a perc and feel like Bruce Wayne
    Chop a brick like I'm Tsung Shang
    Bitch, I'm dabbing in my own lane
    Chokeslam a ****, Quavo Kane
    I hate a **** tryna cook plain
    'Cause my money taller than a great dane
    We gave the world dab fever
    Check my receipt it's thousand dollar sneakers
    Stop and get a play from cheetah
    Quavo Derek Jeter, keep a street sweeper
    I'm a salt water alligator eater
    I play with water, you can check the meter
    Cookie bag, that's my choice of reefer
    Migo gang, aka grim reapers
    Try the squad, ****, shots fired
    Thugger daughter motherfucking tired
    Baby bottles, ain't no babies crying
    Hit 'em if you cross the gun line
    You're holding yours, I'ma bust mine
    He looking wrong, call it sus time
    Free my **** getting phone time
    Skin a **** like a pork rind
    We get to the money in short time
    Watch us make it back ten times
    My wrist spinning, I'm so fucking tired
    That my favorite line, I'm motherfucking tired
    Chop a brick like a samurai
    We the **** make the birds fly
    Then I fucked the bitch five times
    Then I kicked her out 'cause I'm fucking tired
    Just fucked a model bitch five times
    I just ate a burger from Five Guys
    I'm smoking on cookies from High Times
    You're smoking with my sides
    Migo gang, we have them mob ties
    Put a fuck **** on Fox 5
    Pretty little bitch with her mouth wide
    She see me pull up in that, frog eyes
    Your bitch is thirty on the beat
    Keep a thirty by my side
    My bitches on fleek, Louboutin they feet
    Ain't no question, my **** gon' ride
    Ain't talking 'bout Drexler
    When they come to that dope, ****, I bet it's gon' glide
    Ain't talking 'bout Dexter
    Cook in the laboratory, Fendi frames on my eyes
    Remember my pockets win the lottery
    So every check I get gotta pay my tithes
    **** telling lies just to cut time
    My ****, you see 'em get televised
    No matter how hard I try
    When I put music out I'm still gon' get criticized
    **** fucking 'round with the squad
    Think they wanna get decapitized
    Try the squad, ****, shots fired
    Thugger daughter motherfucking tired
    Baby bottles, ain't no babies crying
    Hit 'em if you cross the gun line
    You're holding yours, I'ma bust mine
    He looking wrong, call it sus time
    Free my **** getting phone time
    Skin a **** like a pork rind
    We get to the money in short time
    Watch us make it back ten times
    My wrist spinning, I'm so fucking tired
    That my favorite line, I'm motherfucking tired
    Chop a brick like a samurai
    We the **** make the birds fly
    Then I fucked the bitch five times
    Then I kicked her out 'cause I'm fucking tired
    I'm tired, I'm tired
    These **** flexing
    They talk about diamonds
    They do not got VS inside 'em
    I hit a lick, we divided it
    Porsche with the gator inside of it
    I'm on three percs and I'm out of it
    She gonna suck me up privately
    I was young when the trap game adopted me
    Grabbed the stick and shot his abdomen
    Young ****, I am a arson
    I got the pump in the cut with the carbon
    My wrist costs a motherfucker 'Rari
    I am a boss, I pull strings like guitarists
    You out of season, you need Lawries
    Pull up in Beamers but trap out a Taurus
    Look at the brick on my wrist look like Mick
    When I got famous I darkened my tint
    She took a mile when I have her an inch
    Won't sell my soul for some cash or a Bent
    Hop in the plane and we land in Berlin
    Christian Dior, my bitch and her friend
    Hand in the sauce when I was in the pen
    Praying to god that I don't go again
    Try the squad, ****, shots fired
    Thugger daughter motherfucking tired
    Baby bottles, ain't no babies crying
    Hit 'em if you cross the gun line
    You're holding yours, I'ma bust mine
    He looking wrong, call it sus time
    Free my **** getting phone time
    Skin a **** like a pork rind
    We get to the money in short time
    Watch us make it back ten times
    My wrist spinning, I'm so fucking tired
    That my favorite line, I'm motherfucking tired
    Chop a brick like a samurai
    We the **** make the birds fly
    Then I fucked the bitch five times
    Then I kicked her out 'cause I'm fucking tired

    Writer(s): Migos.

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