| Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade
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| Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' Sonya
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| My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana
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| Young rich nigga, getting money in tijuana
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| China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
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| Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town
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| China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
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| Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town
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| Sellin' that dope to the leems and lames, I pull up and I’m in your lane
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| That droptop that Audi insane, karate that chop on my brain
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| Got a main bitch, no name
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| My main plug, name Fang
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| He choppin' them bricks and remixin' them chickens
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| He front me the work, now I got a ticket
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| I’m bunkin' for China, my diamonds Albino
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| I got the birds singing like I’m Richie Lionel, I mean Lionel Richie
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| Finessing the plug, again I did it, my bitches exquisite
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| My life is expensive, you flexing the rental
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| Erasing the work, like a #2 pencil
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| Hoes with me, on the left and the right
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| I’m feeling like Malcolm cause I’m stuck in the middle
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| You a rat in the hood, Stuart Little
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| I’m blowing on gas like a fiddle
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| Young nigga in the hood selling nickels, white boys keep the ice Popsicles
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| Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
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| J’s sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
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| Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade
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| Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' Sonya
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| My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana
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| Young rich nigga, getting money in tijuana
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| China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
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| Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town
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| China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
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| Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town
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| Whippin' the coca, no cola
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| You want it, just hit me on my Motorola
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| My diamonds are yellow carona, I’m selling the Pissy Fiona
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| I’m smoking that gas with Obama, I pull up in Zondas, you pull up in Hondas
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| I laugh at you clowns, Ronald Mcdonald, choppin' a ton of Osama
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| Mr. Miyagi my plug, I make all the profit, for checkin his Nazi
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| I’m feeling like Christopher Wallce, Versace, Versace, Versace
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| All these damn plugs, and young Takeoff I’m the socket
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| Beat that block, Bernard Hopkins, I got flavor Baskin Robins
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| I’m fuckin' Kitana, you know I got Sonya, for days
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| My diamonds they kick Johnny Cage, Quentin Jackson Rampage
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| Plug out in ChinaTown, hit my cell and said he got that strength
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| I rush, he drop the price by the pound in China Town |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song China Town , by - Migos. Song from the album Young Rich N*ggas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп