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bashfortheworld - crib in the sky lyrics
[intro]
rich
turn my sh_t back up, f_ck it, come on
yeah, turn my sh_t back up, n_gga, i’m turnin’ back up, n_gga, i don’t give a f_ck, n_gga
i’m migo
d_mn
if you ain’t know (d_mn)
ayy
i’m back outside with this sh_t
the migo
i put my boots on the concrete, n_gga (still human)
uh
d_mn
uh, ayy
[chorus]
say migo posted up with kick_doors and hang on the back block (i did)
i got a crib up in the sky, i treat it like the trap spot (i do)
say migo, when them packs stop comin’ in, that’s when them racks stop (i’m gone)
i’m flexin’ everything i’m havin’, we was once the have_nots
i walked with them holes in my shoes, now i make all my tags pop
it’s a tuesday night at x, we throw pape’ in the strip club
all that talkin’ ’bout who gettin’ money, n_gga, then put your wrist up
[verse]
money talkin’, if you got it, n_gga, then pick my b_tch up (migo)
take her out and brеak her off, she call me whеn she get done
i come from texas, where that trickin’ go against the scriptures (say migo)
migo, i’m bouncin’ out with treys all in my pictures
say you ain’t never had to walk with shoes that had them holes in ’em (never)
meet the plug, then pop the trunk and put them ‘bows in ’em (you ain’t never)
migo roll the window down, let out the smoke, the hoes with ’em (you ain’t never)
say you gotta know the plug just to hit the spot and go get ’em (you ain’t never)
ayy, back then, i tied my boots up, put some dope up in my denim
migo say what it do? i don’t give a f_ck how a n_gga feelin’
i just crashed my escalade, might buy a whip without no ceilings
hit the store and drape my tee jones and double g the linens
[chorus]
say migo posted up with kick_doors and hang on the back block
i got a crib up in the sky, i treat it like the trap spot
say migo, when them packs stop comin’ in, that’s when them racks stop
i’m flexin’ everything i’m havin’, we was once the have_nots
i walked with them holes in my shoes, now i make all my tags pop
it’s a tuesday night at x, we throw pape’ in the strip club
all that talkin’ ’bout who gettin’ money, n_gga, then put your wrist up
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