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letra de 50 bitches (lick it off) - migos

[intro]
oh, migo
go, go, oh

[hook: quavo]
50 b-tches in the lobby
i told ’em don’t tell anybody
lil mama keep asking “who is scotty?”
i told ’em it’s molly
got b-tches on b-tches, they lick it off of they body
lick it off of they body
lick it off of they body
lick it off of they body
lil mama keep asking “who is scotty?”
had to tell ’em it’s molly
got b-tches on b-tches, they licking it off of they body
got b-tches on b-tches, they licking it off of they body

[verse 1: french montana]
haah, look at the b-tches, they licking each other
haah, popping the molly, they kissin’ each other
haah, i came up from nothin’, i wanted a benz
woah, made me a milli and jumped in a lamb’
oh, shorty is bout it, f-cked in a rental
oh, i pay for the cab, pay for the dinner
oh, i counted 10 mil in a year
10,000 feet in the air
you seein’ that picture is clear
nigga we here
haah, whip game, proper (?)
haah, you bought 100 chains for 100 dollars
hey, i got more diamonds than him
you cannot talk about moolah
i am a rapper and shit
nigga we do it

[verse 2: quavo]
look at them b-tches, they look at each other
two b-tches from france, they fight in my covers
when i p-ss you the molly i want you to lick it up off of her body
when i walk in the kitchen i want you to cook and whip up me a ‘rari, skrt
i’m sorry for yellin’ but i am a player but i am no bell ami
i pull up on double cup actavis, my pimpin’ good on that hennessy
when i became a young millionaire the people remember me
now pull up, got hoes on hoes at the top of the doubletree

[verse 3: offset]
20 b-tches runnin’ round the lobby
niggas standin’ round me holdin’ choppers
she swallow the molly, she lickin’ my body
she cookin’ up lobster (?) blunts (?)
she lickin’ the molly, takin’ daddy’s sour
my diamonds is wet, somebody bring a towel
made million in the trap, in the audi
chopper start spittin’, you niggas devour

[bridge: french montana]
lickin’ they body
lickin’ the molly
shawty so hot i might hit in the lobby
but don’t tell anybody, don’t tell anybody
flew me a brick, try to buy me a bugatti
i might crash me jet with a b-tch in the pilot

[verse 4: takeoff]
runnin’ the lobby, got b-tches on scottie
that scottie is molly, they lickin’ it off of they body
pull up in the audi, (?) kawasaki, dressed in nickel body
i love my b-tches like my marijuana, gotta be exotic, come in from the tropics
pocket rocket, i keep right in my pocket
call it houston rockets, tote them like a psychic
bop-bop-brhh

- migos

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