| Smokin' weed to Migos
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| It’s just me and mi amigos (uh)
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| And we feelin' like gold
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| Woke up like CeeLo (yeah)
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| John Lennon shades
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| Mobbin' around like a Beatle (like a Beatle, yeah)
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| And I’m so cold, «hace frio»
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| Yeah, yeah, bling, bling, bling
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| My accountant called
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| Said I gotta be more accountable
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| I told 'em, that’s cool
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| We can start when I get back from Monaco
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| Got a pool with the view and the scenery tropical
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| And I’m comin' back lookin' tan as fuck like a Navajo
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| Bling, bling, bling
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| They don’t get the picture like they service sucks
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| Bet they hear me now, yeah they’ve heard of us
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| Hit the ground runnin', on my hurry up
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| Landed on the green first shot
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| This the birdie putt
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| And if you call me out, call an audible
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| And I’m rollin' up the tree like it’s the pot of gold
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| Got a model thing that lick me like an envelope
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| Put her on the plane, I’m just sayin'
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| That’s a lot of dough
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| Smokin' weed to Migos
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| It’s just me and mi amigos (uh)
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| And we feelin' like gold
|
| Woke up like CeeLo (yeah)
|
| John Lennon shades
|
| Mobbin' around like a Beatle (like a Beatle, yeah)
|
| And I’m so cold, «hace frio»
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| Bling, bling, bling
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| It get chilly when you out here dog
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| Guess I needed this Gucci fur after all
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| Got my girl, the his and hers to top it off
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| And she’s cool if we just kick it like a soccer mom
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| Got a flight up in the morning I ain’t packin' for it
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| Got a meetin' with a suit but I ain’t slackin' off
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| I don’t even own a fuckin' pair of slacks at all
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| Talkin' M’s and my F sure is sagging off
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| I don’t bend, I don’t break
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| My life too real to be fake
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| I got no time to engage
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| In all the games that they play
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| 'Cause it can change in a day
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| The only people that safe
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| The ones who ain’t in my way
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| Now I’m doin' shit I promised I would never do
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| With some fake white chicks, feel like Terry Crews
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| Got a nice watch, so they watch my every move
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| Hit my phone but they ain’t ever gettin' through
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| Smokin' weed to Migos
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| It’s just me and mi amigos (uh)
|
| And we feelin' like gold
|
| Woke up like CeeLo (yeah)
|
| John Lennon shades
|
| Mobbin' around like a Beatle (like a Beatle, yeah)
|
| And I’m so cold, «hace frio»
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| Bling, bling, bling |