Migos – You Wanna See Lyrics

Migos – You Wanna See Lyrics
You Wanna See
Migos
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    "You Wanna See." - Migos

    Album: YRN 2 (Young Rich N****s 2)
    Track No: 03
    Your ho wanna fuck, I don't want her
    Popped a perc and I'm geeked in Aroma
    You rented it, I'm the owner
    Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
    Look at my dab persona
    In the trap I serve a stoner
    My **** came from the corner
    I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
    Eating up rappers, they boneless
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    Spraying at all my opponents
    Birds they sing like the Jonas
    Feeling like Don Corleone-in'
    We hear that you plotting, we on it
    I call my **** to dump him
    Trapping, wrapping up the fungus
    My **** came from nothing
    Really I came from the country
    In the city got it bunking
    Really she gon' get some money
    Really that ho up to something
    You can really smell me ‘fore I'm coming
    'Cause Quavo got a whole onion
    I used to trap out the ounces
    You say you got checks and they bouncing
    I make a public announcement
    I'm having bricks in all of my houses
    I make a public announcement
    I'm getting money while you **** lousy
    Shoot a **** with a rocket like Lowry
    Wipe a ****'s nose like I use Bounty
    Quicker picker upper, you a sucker
    Cut his body up then drop it in the bowl (Cut it)
    I got a white ho speaking Russian
    Sad to say you **** drinking ‘Tussin
    Give me my dab, I'm taking custody
    Hop out the Lam and start bustin'
    You want your ho back but she stuck to me
    R.I.P. Mike and then Pistol Pete
    New to you, but it's old to me
    Walking in flames, I can't see my feet
    All of you **** want to be like me
    The radio sounding like mini-me's
    Take a knee, you need to honor me
    K-I-N motherfucking G
    Migo gang, we an army
    Pull up on me if you want to see
    Your ho wanna fuck, I don't want her
    Popped a perc and I'm geeked in Aroma
    You rented it, I'm the owner
    Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
    Look at my dab persona
    In the trap I serve a stoner
    My **** came from the corner
    I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
    Eating up rappers, they boneless
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    Spraying at all my opponents
    Birds they sing like the Jonas
    Feeling like Don Corleone-in'
    We hear that you plotting, we on it
    I call my **** to dump him
    Feelin' like a million
    Drinking Don Pérignon
    Started out pitching bombs
    Buying houses for our moms
    I'm thanking God today
    We had a harder way
    I'm on a bar today
    I'm whippin' up Mary and Kate
    Sipping on drink to the face
    I don't even know what I ate
    We do not go out on dates
    I'ma just fuck the ho's face
    YRN gen with the bass
    I got an M in my safe
    I got a stick to be safe
    She wanna give me some face
    Hop in that ‘Rari and race it
    I got some molly, I taste it
    Twenty-eight bitches, they naked
    Twenty-eight bitches, ain't basic
    On the north side where we based at
    Roll up a Backwood and face that
    Strike on the dash, I just raped ‘em
    Beat on my chest, I just aped ‘em
    She wanna go to Aroma
    Do what I say cause I own her
    Chanel perfume all on you
    I be getting high, I be zoning in
    I done fucked around and got two hoes again
    I ain't never going to the hole again
    I'm a dog on these hoes like a Doberman
    I'm a boss to these ****, get chauffeured in
    Your ho wanna fuck, I don't want her
    Popped a perc and I'm geeked in Aroma
    You rented it, I'm the owner
    Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
    Look at my dab persona
    In the trap I serve a stoner
    My **** came from the corner
    I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
    Eating up rappers, they boneless
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    Spraying at all my opponents
    Birds they sing like the Jonas
    Feeling like Don Corleone-in'
    We hear that you plotting, we on it
    I call my **** to dump him
    I call my **** to stick ‘em up, give it up
    Shaking like a stripper, tighten up
    Migos Wikipedia, you can type it up
    Bigger than Look At My Dab and Pipe It Up
    Skating on ice but I'm not with the Mighty Ducks
    When I pour, they say I pour too much
    Who the fuck said they get high as us?
    Yung Rich Nation, who be fly as us?
    These **** drinking on Robitus'
    Give ‘em the bubble gum, serving detention bus
    I put that bitch on the pork, she can't get enough
    Got these bitches playing double dutch
    Put that dick in her mouth, tell her pucker up
    Catch you biting the dab, you get sucker punched
    After I fuck that bitch once, then punt
    Ain't no going out for lunch
    I told these **** ‘bout flippin' and whipping' the chickens
    They say I ain't give ‘em none'
    I gave these **** the flow that they using
    And **** they act like I owe ‘em some'
    My plug he just touched down in Lebanon
    He teach me the gas like he Farrakhan
    When you see 12 you supposed to run
    Ain't no James Bond, got the golden gun
    Tonight we gon' fuck up Aroma
    Leave that and walk into Mansion
    Go grab a chicken, plus some cheetahs
    Or fuck it, I might go hit Magic
    Big booty thot, she was a pornstar
    Rose gold collection for the rose bar
    Now I might black out and talking ‘bout [?]
    My double cup filled with that bar
    Your ho wanna fuck, I don't want her
    Popped a perc and I'm geeked in Aroma
    You rented it, I'm the owner
    Took your ho cause she gave me a boner
    Look at my dab persona
    In the trap I serve a stoner
    My **** came from the corner
    I got the birds, they sing like the Jonas
    Eating up rappers, they boneless
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    I'm finna pull up right on ‘em
    Spraying at all my opponents
    Birds they sing like the Jonas
    Feeling like Don Corleone-in'
    We hear that you plotting, we on it
    I call my **** to dump him

    Writer(s): Quavo, Offset, Takeoff.

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