Текст песни Rumors 3 - Lil Migo
Toast
up
nigga
got
a
bottle
in
the
air
I
finally
can
say
a
nigga
done
made
it
Toast
up
nigga
got
more
money
than
ever
I
can
tell
most
of
these
niggas
hated
Hold
up
nigga
put
my
dogs
on
a
level
We
all
gone
ball
out
like
the
Pacers
Switching
out
cars
yeah
the
latest
Walk
a
different
light
moving
on
different
pavement
50
shots
in
this
car
when
I
move
gotta
move
like
I′m
the
president
I
don't
need
practice
I
ball
like
I
know
I′m
the
best
in
it
She
want
to
fuck
cause
I
have
this
gold
on
my
neck
The
treasury
ran
up
this
money
I
can't
let
a
bitch
come
And
try
to
get
the
best
of
me
come
try
take
me
lil
nigga
Try
to
come
snake
me
lil
nigga
I
got
a
K
with
me
nigga
I
feel
like
I'm
Adolf
lil
nigga
reason
I
run
with
them
killers
I
point
& they
aiming
them
missiles
they
on
your
head
for
a
nickel
I
guarantee
bet
they
won′t
miss
you
Remember
all
them
times
I
was
done
bad
Couldn′t
call
nobody
young
nigga
fucked
up
How
a
young
nigga
had
locked
up
Cash
or
deposit
now
a
young
nigga
stuck
up
Balling
real
hard
like
the
Rucker
Running
from
the
law
can't
let
a
nigga
cuff
us
Supercharge
my
motor
got
me
fucked
up
Gripping
on
this
wheel
why
I′m
sticking
to
this
muscle
Nigga
let's
go
Losing
my
nigga
like
losing
me
nigga
Love
that
we
had
can′t
none
come
between
We
had
a
vision
& we
had
a
dream
to
carry
this
money
& Share
with
the
team
balling
a
habit
buying
expensive
things
Jump
on
a
flight
going
overseas
Rock
out
a
show
& watch
the
crowd
sing
I
give
it
back
I
give
it
all
up
I'm
asking
God
can
I
call
up
Thinking
about
times
it
was
all
us
Thumbing
through
money
got
my
fingers
sweating
I
became
a
man
when
I
lost
my
daddy
I
use
to
stash
the
money
in
the
attic
Now
I
go
stash
the
money
in
a
Patek
(Iceeeee)
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