Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Miyagi , by - Migos. Release date: 03.11.2016
Song language: English
Mr. Miyagi |
| Take ‘em to the house with the bars on the windows |
| It’s a drought in the summer but we workin' all winter |
| Take ‘em to the North, that’s where Migos was invented |
| Run up on me now, I bet I’ll hit ya with extensions |
| Drivin' through the city, damn, fuckin' numbers, bejies |
| When I walk into the trap, I bet I walk straight to the kitchen |
| I got molly, I got white, I know that I’ll touch you, one hand at a time |
| Made a million ova night, Versace done got me in trappin' with Phantoms |
| Mr. Miyagi, whippin' the bands, she walkin' up, look at the body! |
| Look at the ____(?) Acrobatic nigga, take the brick and circumcise it |
| Neva remember, trap at the house, the winter boarded up with timber |
| You a pretender, I am the boss, head hunt you, call me (???) |
| You niggas just some beginners |
| I am a boss, call me (???) |
| I am the master of Mr. Miyagi |
| I’m in the kitchen whippin' chemicals |
| My niggas criminals, wanna get physical |
| You fuck around with your pockets on minimal |
| Bring in some brick and make it look identical |
| Over seas, drop it intercontinental |
| Choppin' that bando befo' you salute all the people |
| We could be batchin' fo' kilos |
| Ova the vato, que passa, te ama amigo |
| I’m trappin', I feel like I’m Nino |
| And all this muhfuckin' cheese (fuckely) |
| Nigga J call me to Rito |
| Go sail ‘em bitches like I’m Nemo |
| Fuck with Carlito, take keys on the yacht (???) |
| The trap been lookin' fo' me, askin' bout the nigga |
| Where that pistol nigga, I know u got it |
| Somebody snitchin' say that I’m the nigga |
| In the city, plug, damn, like a _____(?) |
| I dunno what the fuck these niggas talkin' bout |
| Sendin', they askin' me, you’re gonna ________(?) |
| Now are you enforcing discussion |
| I do not know nothing, I haven’t seen nothing |
| Handle the same part in the driveway (?!) |
| Nobody thought I’d be here back in the day |
| Pull up, I’m lookin' in their face |
| Been the low cuz I’m eatin', say my prayer |
| Stackin' the bando, whippin' particles |
| Catch me in magazine articles |
| Ballenciaga nigga, dressing remarkable |
| In the game permanently, not erasable |