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letra de now - migos feat. gucci mane

now n-gg-
n-gg- now
n-gg- now
n-gg- now, now, now
now, now
this sh-t sound like now

hey f-ck boy won’t you talk that sh-t now?
gucci, i’m so turned up it make you look turnt down
now i turn your smile to a frown
i’m the king there with a crown
keep your eyes to the ground
now you must be from out of town
cause everybody round here know that wop don’t f-ck around
you was rich back then but i’m rich right now
you was the sh-t back then, i’m the sh-t right now
took your b-tch back then, with your b-tch right now
get every r&b chick on my d-ck right now
now this sh-t sound like now
while y’all all played out but i’m hot right now
gucci

run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
run the pack out right now
we can bring the racks out now
we can bring the racks out now
we can bring the racks out now
we can bring the racks out now
we can bring the racks out now
we can bring the racks out now

“run the pack out right now— migos feat. gucci mane

pull up with rings on
i’m puttin’ my team on
i wanna f-ck her but she can’t take no racks home
migos and gucci we back home
my pockets stay green like geckoes
what if your wrist get tired quavo?
then i’ma whip with my elbow
only one that f-ck with me now
why the f-ck you come around?
i screwed the little tip on the silencer so a n-gg- can shoot with no sound
i take your b-tch to the island so she can know that you won’t come around
i fell asleep in her p-ssy while you keep textin’ and callin’ her now
i’ma put dab in this style and you lil n-gg-s should know that by now
i’m tryna sell you the swag, you lil n-gg-s should order it now
smokin’ a pound of gas now
keep it goin’, a sack now
it’s all a n-gg- had now
so let a n-gg- brag now

i bust a n-gg- back then, i’ll bust a n-gg- now
at first we were trappin’ the ounce
now we got bricks in the couch
50k in the pouch, j’s in the lot in and out
my diamond hit my n-gg-, ouch
i put this pistol in your mouth
servin’, swervin’
lamborghini hit the curb and
n-gg-s freeze up when they nervous
and i’m servin’ clean, detergent
i got babies and i nurse ’em
dirty little b-tches they worsh’ ’em
i’m on a mission to murk ’em
eat ’em alive and i burp ’em
ain’t no thanksgivin’ n-gg- but we still in the trap with the turkeys
you used to be at the top, i watch, and now i look down at you hurtin’
back in the day i was broke but now i got money, i’m flexin’ on purpose
in the maybach with the curtain with my feet up while i’m sippin’ the sherbet

we can bring the racks out now
top drop down, make a n-gg- look around
all my n-gg-s havin’ the packs and the racks
can’t forget the strap, n-gg- get gunned down
bah-bah, gun sound, run now
bulletproof vest on, still man down
if a n-gg- broke, don’t come round
drinkin’ actavis out the double seal right now
come get that dope if you want it
diamonds cold on me, pnemounia
walkin’ with 50 racks on me
i wish you would run up on me
play with money like you’re play-dough
put some on your head like a halo
they talkin’ but it’s okay though
no ovo and we drake ’em

- migos feat gucci mane

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