Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bachelor, artist - Migos. Album song Rich Ni**a Timeline, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Quality Control
Song language: English
Bachelor |
Mansion full of bachelors |
Flippin' all these hoes like a spatula |
Nah, you know I don’t like no camera |
Nah, your bitch she like an animal attackin' us |
She won’t leave me 'lone, she love the bachelor |
Migos, young rich nigga, we some bachelors |
Bachelors, bachelor, bachelors, ooh bachelor |
Bachelors, bachelors, uh, bachelors, Migos some bachelors |
Quavo, I am a bachelor |
Look at the way I’m dabbin' like a pastor (I'm dabbin' ain’t it) |
I am a bachelor |
Rockin' the shows, smashin' hoes right after |
You know I’m a bachelor |
Got your bitches workin', calling me master |
Came from the bottom and now I got guala |
Turn the page, my nigga, we on the next chapter |
Trapper turned rapper |
Graduated, now a nigga’s a bachelor |
Flippin' your ho like a spatula |
Don’t get me wrong, I still whip up with spatulas |
Your ho was creeping like tarantulas |
Migos we don’t like the cameras |
We find out that we can make millions with it |
So we started flexin' like bachelors |
Came from stashing money in a ceilin' |
Young niggas why don’t you wanna be bachelors? |
They came from kicking doors, drinkin' purp from the bowl |
And now we taking trips to Africa, Africa |
Niggas say that they are entrepreneurs |
I go and see the millions that you pursuin' |
Statistics ain’t black and white, what is you doin'? |
Top the charts every time we drop a new one |
Migos, we some bachelors, we pull up in tarantulas |
Whippin' the dope, we the Terminator break the spatula |
Get the pack and then I wrap it up and then I bag it up |
If I catch a mug I’ll take a private jet to Canda |
Promoters ain’t got my money, I’m shootin' up your manager |
Fuck it my nigga, we shootin' innocent bystanders |
My niggas on top of the mountain, no Grand Canyon |
Pull up with choppas and make a nigga call the ambulance |
Drinkin' on Actavis and I’m rollin' up cannabis |
Hoes runnin' 'round the lobby geekin' up and their panties wet |
I had a cuban link and Rolex before the rap shit |
I just adapt to the trap cause that’s my habitat |
I’m in the corner catchin' the work like a cornerback |
Runnin' to the money, my nigga, think I’m a running back |
Niggas still trappin' quarters, make 'em give their quarter back |
Forty pointers in my Breitling, oh that’s what you lookin' at? |
Pull up to the mansion, 50 story, hundred rooms |
She lookin' at my diamond solution, that ain’t no shrooms |
Hold a nigga rest and beat his head in with a broom |
Had that brotha be flyin' like caterpillars out cocoons |
Penthouse elevator, it’ll elevate yah |
Pull up in the Bentley, think you seen a fuckin' Jeeper Creeper |
Got that 9 on my waist like a two-way beeper |
Got that purse on your head, nigga like a alopecia |
I’m a bachelor, I got a oil factory in Africa |
Trapper turned rapper then rapper turned into a massacre |
Then beat a nigga, stomp a nigga, I will not account |
From the beginning these bitches, they wasn’t shit, they ate the apple |
I had a warrant with the sack, the police tried to make a tackle |
Green Bay with the green, vacuum seal it, I’m a Packer |
Just because you rap about it, you are not a trapper |
Just because you got a milli, you are not a bachelor |