Yeah, Wow, Migo
Let me take these f*ck niggas back to the Bando man
Take 'em to the house with the boards on the windows
It's a drought in the summer but we working all winter
Take 'em to the Northside where Migo was invented
Run up on me now, I bet hit you with extensions
Dabbin' through the city, ? Nothin' but benjis
When I walk inside trap house
Bet I run straight to the kitchen (One Time)
I got Molly I got white I know that I told you in Hannah Montana
Made a million overnight Versace it got me a drop head Phantom (Versace)
Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)
Look at the bitch she walkin up look at her body
The work I divide it
Acrobatic nigga take the brick and circumcise it
You remember, trap at the house, the windows boarded up with timber?
You a pretender I am the boss, Head Honcho call me Simba (Simba!)
You niggas just some beginners (Beginner)
I am a boss call me Simba (Boss)
I am the master I'm Mr.Miyagi I'm in the kitchen whippin chemicals
My nigga's criminals wanna get physical
You walk around with your pockets on minimal
We miss a brick and make it look identical
Overseas trappin' intercontinental
Trap out the bando before you start look at the people
The people be watching for kilos
Que pasa to all my amigos I'm trappin I feel like I'm Nino
And all this mother f*cking cheese, nigga just call me Dorito
I'm selling fishes I got Nemo
F*ck with Carlito, ten keys on the yacht boats shootin' free throws
Detective looking for me askin' bout me
Nigga where's the pistol nigga, know you got it
Somebody snitchin' said that I'm the nigga in city plugged in like a socket
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas talkin' bout
Sat me down asked me you gunna talk or not
No arguing, fussin, discussion
I do not know nothing I haven't see nothing
Bentley Mulsanne parked in the driveway
Nobody thought I would be back here in it
When I pull up I'm lookin' in dey face
I thank the Lord 'cause I'm eatin' say my grace
Back in the Bando whippin' particles
And you can catch me in magazine articles
Balenciaga nigga dressing remarkable
In the game permanently not erasable
Migos - Mr. Miyagi Lyrics
Migos - Mr. Miyagi Lyrics
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Yeah, Wow, Migo
Let me take these f*ck niggas back to the Bando man
Take 'em to the house with the boards on the windows
It's a drought in the summer but we working all winter
Take 'em to the Northside where Migo was invented
Run up on me now, I bet hit you with extensions
Dabbin' through the city, ? Nothin' but benjis
When I walk inside trap house
Bet I run straight to the kitchen (One Time)
I got Molly I got white I know that I told you in Hannah Montana
Made a million overnight Versace it got me a drop head Phantom (Versace)
Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)
Look at the bitch she walkin up look at her body
The work I divide it
Acrobatic nigga take the brick and circumcise it
You remember, trap at the house, the windows boarded up with timber?
You a pretender I am the boss, Head Honcho call me Simba (Simba!)
You niggas just some beginners (Beginner)
I am a boss call me Simba (Boss)
I am the master I'm Mr.Miyagi I'm in the kitchen whippin chemicals
My nigga's criminals wanna get physical
You walk around with your pockets on minimal
We miss a brick and make it look identical
Overseas trappin' intercontinental
Trap out the bando before you start look at the people
The people be watching for kilos
Que pasa to all my amigos I'm trappin I feel like I'm Nino
And all this mother f*cking cheese, nigga just call me Dorito
I'm selling fishes I got Nemo
F*ck with Carlito, ten keys on the yacht boats shootin' free throws
Detective looking for me askin' bout me
Nigga where's the pistol nigga, know you got it
Somebody snitchin' said that I'm the nigga in city plugged in like a socket
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas talkin' bout
Sat me down asked me you gunna talk or not
No arguing, fussin, discussion
I do not know nothing I haven't see nothing
Bentley Mulsanne parked in the driveway
Nobody thought I would be back here in it
When I pull up I'm lookin' in dey face
I thank the Lord 'cause I'm eatin' say my grace
Back in the Bando whippin' particles
And you can catch me in magazine articles
Balenciaga nigga dressing remarkable
In the game permanently not erasable
Let me take these f*ck niggas back to the Bando man
Take 'em to the house with the boards on the windows
It's a drought in the summer but we working all winter
Take 'em to the Northside where Migo was invented
Run up on me now, I bet hit you with extensions
Dabbin' through the city, ? Nothin' but benjis
When I walk inside trap house
Bet I run straight to the kitchen (One Time)
I got Molly I got white I know that I told you in Hannah Montana
Made a million overnight Versace it got me a drop head Phantom (Versace)
Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)
Look at the bitch she walkin up look at her body
The work I divide it
Acrobatic nigga take the brick and circumcise it
You remember, trap at the house, the windows boarded up with timber?
You a pretender I am the boss, Head Honcho call me Simba (Simba!)
You niggas just some beginners (Beginner)
I am a boss call me Simba (Boss)
I am the master I'm Mr.Miyagi I'm in the kitchen whippin chemicals
My nigga's criminals wanna get physical
You walk around with your pockets on minimal
We miss a brick and make it look identical
Overseas trappin' intercontinental
Trap out the bando before you start look at the people
The people be watching for kilos
Que pasa to all my amigos I'm trappin I feel like I'm Nino
And all this mother f*cking cheese, nigga just call me Dorito
I'm selling fishes I got Nemo
F*ck with Carlito, ten keys on the yacht boats shootin' free throws
Detective looking for me askin' bout me
Nigga where's the pistol nigga, know you got it
Somebody snitchin' said that I'm the nigga in city plugged in like a socket
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas talkin' bout
Sat me down asked me you gunna talk or not
No arguing, fussin, discussion
I do not know nothing I haven't see nothing
Bentley Mulsanne parked in the driveway
Nobody thought I would be back here in it
When I pull up I'm lookin' in dey face
I thank the Lord 'cause I'm eatin' say my grace
Back in the Bando whippin' particles
And you can catch me in magazine articles
Balenciaga nigga dressing remarkable
In the game permanently not erasable
Writer: Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP,INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP,INC.
Performed By: Migos
Length: 1:41
Written by: Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall, William Roberts