Migos - Origin

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So what part of Atlanta y'all from?

From the north side

Uh, yeah

Every show get crazy and crazy

We growing and growing every, every, every time at a show

[Chorus: Quavo]

Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up

Three young rich niggas, never did a push up

You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the fuck up

And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up

[Verse 1: Quavo]

We killed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, shout out to the islands

Mommas and daughters taking a picture with me and they smiling

Charlemagne say the gang Donkey of the Day (Charlamagne?)

Billboard magazine, 45K

Word on the street they say the Migos wanted

But they can't find the Migos, so they bite their recorders

When you ask for a show, can you seriously afford it

Check my schedule, itinerary loaded of course

Check my dab, it's priceless

And my niggas is righteous

I don't got no type, but I love to fuck Pisces

The chains on my neck, I might get arthritis

YRN Tha Album first album going diamond

Got my mama a Benz

Just to show her I'm grinding

Green dots in the pen but I hate the confinement

When Offset got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds

Dropped the Rich Nigga Timeline and we was crossed the country


[Verse 2: Offset]

Skrrt, cook up

Graat, he shook up

I'm trapping the white, that Ku Klux

My niggas got grenades and bazookas

On the private jet we smoking up in indica

A hundred thousand, got a pick up in India

Headed to locker, we changed the millennium

Thirty thousand for a walk through minimum

Snakes in the grass start spinning out venom

That come with the territory when a nigga winning

Tinted windows on the sprinter you don't need to see this image

The blogs say I need to calm down, fuck a image

Your CEO a busta and my CEO a hustler

Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me repercussion

Came from nothing, came home with a half a million, hurt my stomach

I'm taking good care of my kids but they mamma get nothing

And if you think its wrong this ain't the right song you're bumping

Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants and monkeys

Never see me lonely, best believe nina on me

Stuffed crust, my pocket walking with a 50 on me


[Verse 3: Takeoff]

Pyrex pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up

They looking for the origin, wanna know how did we make this shit up

Came in there right and we fucking it up

Jump off the banana boat, call me King Tut

Niggas be biting our swag I tried to switch it up

But these niggas still don't get enough

Niggas with attitude don't give a fuck

Young nigga flexing never did a push up

Migo flow everybody wanna look it up

Every ten years it's on my story bro

I bet you listen up, you don't gotta like it

Yo favorite rapper he be biting

When I step in the booth, its a moment of silence

I bet yo bitch she get excited

When I'm doing show my front end and that back end be enormous

I need a double cup with my Backwood when I'm on stage performing

Can't get in my tour bus bitch, ain't tryna fuck, it's only 5 in the morning

I got some Dominican bitches that sucking and fucking and back to the origin


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