Nick Cannon Feat. Future, Migos & Traphik - Pajama Pants Lyrics

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Sean Garrett - Anytime Ft. Migos Lyrics

Sean Garrett - Anytime Ft. Migos Lyrics:

[Intro:]

Seen you last night

At the club, for the first time

In about a year, damn, girl I

The look on your face

Didn’t say that

Things were going the way

That you planned

When I saw you for the last time (x2)

[Hook:]

Know sometimes you wish that you was with me (Ah)

If we had a baby, what it would be (Ah)

Is your bank account, empty (Ah)

You can call me babe, anytime

[Verse 1: Sean Garrett]

Ain’t gone lie (Ain’t gone lie)

You ran up and your sexy

You start talking (talking)

Saying shit ain’t straight with him

You bring it up (saying)

You miss the way it used to be

Ain’t gone lie, but I moved on so far from here

You asking me (honestly)

I ain’t got no answer

Is it true?

That I’m blamed for that

I ain’t got no answer

If I told you

All my set backs

All the shit I went through

I just spared my momma

Two months after I caught you

Hey, You heard I got that check

Hey, and I ain’t trying to look back

I hope that maybe you chose

To take a damn good care

I ain’t wish you no better

But that ain’t none of my business, no

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 2: Quavo]

I know that you wish that you had a young nigga like me

I know that you sad

I know you praying the Lord for a nigga like me

You missing the shopping sprees

You missing the diamonds all in your rings

I pull up in Jags and Rovers and Bentleys

I know that you miss the front seat

Your bitches, they asking about me

Wanna know what a young nigga do

Cause the see my girl in that red dress,

And they say that could be you, in it

Everytime they see Quavo, they say that boy pursue

(Like a real) Just look at yourself in the mirror

I know you wish I was there

That Porshe, Panamera, you know that car was your favorite

My momma she told me you crazy

I know you hate that I made it

So many chains, look like slavery

I hope I make you go crazy

Throw a hundred dollars for your step-baby

You can have that old ass Mercedes

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

God damn, back then

Your momma, she wasn’t f-cking with me

Taking a trip out the city, go quick on that Brittney

She thicker than Jiffy

The Louis, the Gucci, the Prada, the Fendi

Versace, and Givenchy

Know lil’ mamma gone miss me

I was the Santa on Christmas

She talking about having my baby

But told me stop whipping them babies

I told her you crazy

When you see me pulling up in that drop top

I made it

She calling my phone, she come in my home

Knock on that booty, I’m gone

Met a bitch, said her name Nia Long

Smoking that good, ching chong

Came a long way, neighborhood star

And I’m on the top of Worldstar

Back then , nigga, looking at a star

Now a nigga shine with the stars

Red bottom got blood on the floor

Metta World Peace, got that elbow

She won’t stop calling my phone

She hear me everyday on the radio

[Hook: x2]

Migos - Remix Lyrics (Ft. Twista & Rich The Kid)

Migos - Remix Lyrics (Ft. Twista & Rich The Kid):

the bricks,

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

Tricks are make the kids, I got a…

I’m sending a lot at the meal

Forgive me Lord I made a scene

I’m selling that wile it’s no beat

I call it the…he wrapping up, on selling those chicks no hits

My nigga all selling in the…, my nigga no losing we win

I call it the…, I’m selling the dope we plan

I don’t know where to begin, we’re selling above and no…

Got bitches no cooking…wrapping all that they see

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

All coming from remix, pull up wrapping of, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

I’m selling upon the bricks; I’m selling upon the bricks,

So put it to the truck when the bullets on the…

You’re rich nigga, I bring something to you

I am so real but you are the one how…

I am a proof but you’re the beginner

Remix, remix,

I’mma bring all for remix

Hit a honey bag and shot it…

…

A hundred bucks it’s all I spend

Pull on old school, should kill

I’mma beat don’t need your shit

Did you hold it and though I was pimp

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

All coming from remix, pull up wrapping of, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

I’m selling upon the bricks; I’m selling upon the bricks,

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

All coming from remix, pull up wrapping of, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

I’m selling upon the bricks; I’m selling upon the bricks,

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

We messing all like you like drama

We missing all like we’re a team

We messing for nasty, still we’ll play…

…

Not gonna beat, and not like motherfucker team

Back in my hood, you know me

I say I am in the hood here about my own, you nigga know me

Got your bitch and my bitch, making moving that flip

I see little diamonds on my chest, you nigga see this?

…

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

All coming from remix, pull up wrapping of, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

I’m selling upon the bricks; I’m selling upon the bricks,

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

All coming from remix, pull up wrapping of, remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix,

I’m selling upon the bricks; I’m selling upon the bricks,

Chief Keef & Migos - 9 On Me Ft. Ballout Lyrics

Chief Keef & Migos - 9 On Me Ft. Ballout Lyrics:

9, 9, I got 9 on me

9, 9, I got 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Got that 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

I’m a cowboy, cause I got that 9 on me

Tony Romo, Clyde got that away from me

You can’t get no side from me

I took your bitch I smashed her

Forever double D

Got that coming, coming promo

9 on me …

So nigger hate go mine on home

Call…

Y’all niggers ain’t got nada

Call the whole bunch in the 45

Put the whole thing in a row

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Got that 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

I got that 9 on me

Growing up you die homey

I just hit her lips

So I got her for the…

I’m in the trunk with an all day

Selling on things

They go for 9 homey

I got my 9 on me

Niggers hit it up

Say they got 9 on me

I’m like this crazy

Cause I bent all nine on me

…piles holdin in

9 on me, I got my nine on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

I got posy on the bock

I ain’t worried bout shit

When this bitcfh all dirty

Suck all you can hold on this

Can we VIP

I hold all this

Called all 2-2-3s on homies

I got a couple boys that ain’t around

And I ain’t got a trouble

I ain’t even gotta run

I strut by the struggle

…now I’;m about to get high

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Got that 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Migos - Versace (Remix) Ft. Drake Lyrics

Migos - Versace (Remix) Ft. Drake Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Drake]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I’m ‘Luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
That must be changin’ cause I’m at the top and ain’t noone on top of me
Niggas be wantin’ a verse for a verse, but man that’s not a swap to me
Drownin’ in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis
I think I’m sellin’ a million first week, man I guess I’m an optimist
Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? Saw this shit comin’ like I had binoculars
Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami
The pillows’ Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I been so quiet, I got the world like “What the fuck is he planning?”
Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin’ September, just wait on it
This year I’m eating your food and my table got so many plates on it
Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like “damn I look great on it”
I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don’t ask for my take on it
Speakin’ in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando
This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano
Fuck all your feelin’s cause business is business, its strictly financial
I’m always the first one to get it, man that’s how you lead by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York cause the Dykeman and Heights girls are callin’ me “Papi”
I’m all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi
I’m tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me

[Hook]
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace
Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

[Verse 2]
Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I’m ‘Luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they’re mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch “Versace”
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain’t ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don’t fumble

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
You can do Truey, I do it Versace
You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas copy
Kick in the door like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace
Go to sleep, I dream Versace
Medusa, Medusa, Medusa

[Hook]