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Migos – Tshirt Lyrics

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Nard B
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Ay, mama told me Ay not to sell work mama
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt White
Mama told me Ay not to sell work mama
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt Yeah

Young nigga poppin with a pocket full of cottage Ayy
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin at your noggin Ayy
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it Skrt skrt
Niggas pocket watchin, so I gotta keep the rocket Grrah

Neck water faucet, Water mocking birds mocking woo
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting Nat
Wrist on hockey, Hockey wrist on rocky rocky
Lotta niggas copy, huh name someone can stop me No one
Bitches call me papi, Bitch sace thats my hobby sace
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from OReilly
One off in the chamber, aint no need for me to cock it Uh
Niggas get to droppin when that Draco get to poppin Frrr

All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli The cookie
No check, want all cash, Nigga I dont do deposits Uh-uh
Bitches cross the border, nigga bitches from the tropics
Ima get that bag, nigga, aint no doubt about it Yup
Ima feed my family, nigga aint no way around it Family
Aint gon never let up, nigga God said show my talent Show it
Young nigga with the anna, walkin with the hammer
Talkin country grammar
Nigga straight out Nawf Atlanta Nawf side

Young nigga poppin with a pocket full of cottage Ayy
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin at your noggin Ayy
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it Skrt skrt
Niggas pocket watchin, so I gotta keep the rocket Ayy

Mama told me Ay not to sell work mama
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt White
Mama told me Ay not to sell work mama
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt Yeah

Mama told you
Mama told me Mama not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt White

1995, Nineties 2005 2000
Seen it with my eyes, Seen it dope still alive dope
Real mob ties, Mob real frog eyes frog
Real whole pies, Woah all-time high high
Do it for the culture Culture
They gon bite like vultures Vultures
Way back when I was trappin out Toyotas Skrrt skrrt
Ima hit the gas, Gas 12 cant pull me over 12
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin drank in sodas

I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon clone, sir
Stop all that flexin, young nigga dont wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin off the stage in the crowd, its a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke cause she dont own shit
Mama asked me, Son, when the trappin gon quit?
I been ridin round through the city in my new bitch

Young nigga poppin with a pocket full of cottage Ayy
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin at your noggin Ayy
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it Skrt skrt
Niggas pocket watchin, so I gotta keep the rocket Ayy

Mama told me Ay not to sell work mama
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt White
Mama told me Ay not to sell work mama
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt Yeah

Mama told you, mama told you

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