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Migos - Emoji A Chain (Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Гитара
Drake
Drake
Артист в сэмпле
Future
Future
Артист в сэмпле
Offset
Offset
Вокал
Quavo
Quavo
Вокал
Takeoff
Takeoff
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
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Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
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Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
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Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
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DeAvonte Kimble
DeAvonte Kimble
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Продюсер
Topp
Topp
Продюсер
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Миксинг-инженер
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Миксинг-инженер
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Инженер звукозаписи
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Инженер
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Инженер
Quavo
Quavo
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If Young Metro don't trust you I'ma shoot you Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count) Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12) We ain't worried (not at all) Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry's (oh lord) And these, thotties ain't got manners, slurpin' Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey) Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo) Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain (rain) Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey) Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo) Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain (rain) Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Niggas out here ain't got stain (yeah) Making this money, been balling on niggas They think I've been sounding too lame Pull up and "what the fuck nigga" that's strange (what the fuck) Water on my neck and my wrist (splash, splash) Look at this fluid (splash) 200 sit on my dash, smash 12, I'ma lose 'em Hot commodity, the dope on hot commodity The drop is on fire I'm at the top and I took your slot, you niggas ain't hot (cold) Go to the lot and drop I want the drop, robot Niggas gon' talk and pop You get shot out your socks What you want lil mama? Go 'head and fuck on my partner Comfort your head like a liner White, these diamonds albino Wrapping the brick like a gyro Migo gang Cinco De Mayo Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count) Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12) We ain't worried (not at all) Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry's (oh lord) And these, thotties ain't got manners, slurpin' Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Flipping the bird, I put a brick in her purse These niggas evil, a curse I pray and send 'em to church I'ma pull up on your turf I'm with the smoking, who get it first No addy but I'ma learn I ain't been hurt since birth I know my rights and worth Birds and Gerald LaVert Australia the plug at work He came from Sydney but I was in Perth She pull up on me, a curve Hop in the Rolls and swerve The watch two tone It's white and red so much water I'ma have to learn how to surf (surf) Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count) Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12) We ain't worried (not at all) Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry's (oh lord) And these, thotties ain't got manners, slurpin' Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain You can't get a bag, makin' me laugh (hah) my hips I Gucci my belt, makin' an emoji my whip (emoji) Huncho barbarian, McLaren, I park at fif's And the comparison, I'm staring at lines of shrimps Cruise, of course, like a blimp Dunking a boat like I'm Kim Slangin the tree like a chimp Shot on me walk with a limp Niggas so don't attempt Ice on change the temp No sense bangin' them Don't let strangers in Twist your fingers in Gangsters shit begin Used to get in and kickin' the doors and now I want the back end Used to sleep on Metro's floors, fuckin' a bitch and her friend Waking them up with a text, say "hoe, let your day begin" Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count) Set up shop (oh, oh), fuck the cops (fuck 12) We ain't worried (not at all) Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry's (oh lord) And these, thotties ain't got manners, slurpin' Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain Put on the Patek, changing the weather The shit turning into the rain
Writer(s): Michael G. Dean, Leland Tyler Wayne, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Deavonte' Royale Kimble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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