Şarkıcı Adı: Migos
Şarkı Adı: Bakers Man

[Hook: Quavo]
I’m the bakers man, I’m the bakers man, I’m the bakers man
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m the bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man
Egg beater and sak (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m the bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo, Quavo, Playing with pies wit no eyes Steve Wonder,
In the huddle calling plays just like Christian Ponder,
Hit’em wit the sack uh-oh fumble, Lil nigga smokin mid
Give that pack back to ya uncle, Gotta bad bitch,
Yeah she asian like Kitana, Gotta scope on the sniper rifle,
I see the anaconda, talk to scooter and he kept saying Quavo
You a road runner, Free my nigga Offset, ASAP, So a young
Nigga can get back to the money.

[Hook: Quavo]
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m the bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m the bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Egg beater my left, Pyrex pot my right, Baking soda on the shelf,
Beat that pot like wiki rice, ever since my daddy left, momma taught
Me something right, 50 niggas to my left, 50 niggas to my right,
50 chickens come a day, 50 chickens come a night, When I whip my
Work today, They gone find yo ass tonight, All my niggas on go you
Know they gone smash on sight, That shit you rap an talk bout, nigga
You know thats my life.

[Hook: Quavo]
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m the bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man
Egg beater and sack (Whip) put it in my hand (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m the bakers man (skuuuurt) I’m
The bakers man

Şarkıcı Adı: Migos
Şarkı Adı: F ck 12

It’s a knock at my front door,
twelve kickin in my front door.
Now we runnin out the back door.
Got the pussy is the life of the band though. [x2]

It’s a knock at my front door, they lookin for tricka, they hold on the streets, I be sellin that blow. There’s a pot on the stove, up on a bow, in line on death row. I hit the back door, man hit me quick they found on the stove. Call real money, tell em bout money, nothin but hunneds. That sound of them microbirds as they hummin. That’s them hollow tips that they comin. In the county, pull up the skirt in that Audi. Hit two hundred out on the highway. Skip goin crazier than a Mazda. Drivin like nick carbody. Let they pull up in the rari. Put such in my bed that they hardly. I’m sellin them buggers not Harleys. A white boy, he told me I’m gnarly.

It’s a knock at my front door,
twelve kickin in my front door.
Now we runnin out the back door.
Got the pussy is the life of the band though. [x2]

Man, fuck, my momma hear my phone. Twelve in my home, they won’t leave me alone. My dubstep works, hit by the dirt, right in the zerp. There’s a hundred on that quick truck. Nigga you turn get outta here. Two two minutes, nice and seen it, grab. Man somebody tell the snakes. He gon tim bance syrup get set. What you mean? Hand you the pistol, hit a mack eleven. Sister car right now holdin nigga dead in seven. Got off the phone with Gucci he told us we on the new. We all over the channels, five five eleven and two. He said be sailor bros and hit me when you need some money. We takin different parts and planes we bout to leave the country.

It’s a knock at my front door,
twelve kickin in my front door.
Now we runnin out the back door.
Got the pussy is the life of the band though. [x2]

Şarkıcı Adı: Migos
Şarkı Adı: China Town

[Hook:]
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade
Motorola in the kitchen, whippin’ Sonya
My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana
Young rich nigga, getting money until Winter
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga I got plugs out in China Town

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Sellin’ that dope to the leems and lames, I pull up and I’m in your lane
That droptop that Audi insane, karate that chop on my brain
Got a main bitch, no name
My main plug, name Fang
He choppin’ them bricks and remixin’ them chickens
He front me the work, now I got a ticket
My plug came from China, my diamonds Albino
I got the birds singing like I’m Richie Lionel, I mean Lionel Richie
Finessing the plug, again I did it, my bitches exquisite
My life is expensive, you flexing the rental
Erasing the work, like a #2 pencil
Hoes with me, on the left and the right
I’m feeling like Malcolm I’m stuck in the middle
You a rat in the hood, Stuart Little
I’m blowing on gas like a fiddle
Young nigga in the hood selling nickels, white boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J’s sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Whippin’ the coca, no cola
You want it, just hit me on my Motorola
My diamonds are yellow carona, I’m selling the Pissy Fiona (why, why)
I’m smoking that gas with Obama, I pull up in Zondas, you pull up in Hondas
I laugh at you clowns, Ronald Mcdonald, choppin’ a ton of Osama
Mr. Miyagi my plug, I make all the profit, for checkin his Nazi
I’m feeling like Christopher Wallce, Versace, Versace, Versace
All these damn plugs, and young Takeoff I’m the socket
Beat that block, Bernard Hopkins, I got flavor Baskin Robins
I’m fuckin’ Kitana, you know I got Sonya, for days
My diamonds they kick Johnny Cage, Quentin Jackson Rampage
Plug out in ChinaTown, hit my cell and said he got that shrimp fired rice,
He drop the price by the pound in China Town

[Hook]

Şarkıcı Adı: Migos
Şarkı Adı: Bando

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Trapped out the bando, got two like Rambo
Cop bird like birdman, got white like Lindsay Lohan
Made a hundred stacks off the pots and pans
On the corner serving grams, my niggas be on the block hard
My niggas be selling that hard, got bricks, like Shaq, at the free throw
You can call my phone, got them pricey for the LO, don’t knock at my door, I don’t wanna talk to you
Got them bricks for the LO, I will serve you
In the bando, boarded up, got them bricks in the wall and in the floor
Piece saran while I’m playing with the dough, if the feds wanna talk, I just tell them I don’t know
Fuck twelve!

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

[Verse 2: Offset]
Trapping in the vacant, serving all my patients
Get it from the Haitians, smoking loud my eye look Asian
Getting to the money, running to it, tryna chase it
Like it when she make it, cook it when she naked
Throw it in the microwave, Betty Crocker how I bake it
Trapping in the bando, big guns like commando
Flip it like a sandal, foreign bitch she look like J.Lo
Get a brick from Venezuelo, meet the plug his name is Pedro

[Hook: Quavo]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trap, trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
All new camaro with the black and red interior
Migo gang taking over, yeah we is superior
Certified packs nigga you can check the serial
Foreign bad bitch and she say her name Trina
Traphouse look like it got hit by hurricane Katrina
These pounds bought a beamer, everything I do illegal
The bitches always wanna mingle, I’m stacking my money like pringles
Sipping on sprite and codeine, my foreign bitch Philippine
Her girlfriend Chinese, sipping on lean and popping a bean
Diamonds come from Africa, sipping on lean and smoking loud
Feel like I’m on salvia, flipping the work with no spatula