
Story Of YRN Migos
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[Intro: Quavo]
This the story
This the story
Of a young rich nigga
[Hook: Quavo]
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story
This the story
This the story of a young rich nigga
[Verse 1: Quavo]
This the story of a young rich nigga
They shot at my momma house I know they had angels with em'
(Not my momma)
I swear to God this the story of a young rich nigga had to juug and kick doors for a living
My heart so cold and its in the middle
Ain't nobody gave me nothing last I remember
You want me to front you some boy you a trap pretender
You weren't with me in them houses kicking in them buildings
You weren't with me juggin' them ounces by myself I did it
You ain't with me in the booth right now while I'm making the millions
Graduated from the kitchen
Niggas hating fuck your feelings
I'm in arenas like I'm Rondo
Came a long way from the bando
This the story
This the story
Of a young rich nigga
[Hook: Quavo]
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga
This the story
This the story
This the story of a young rich nigga
[Verse 1: Quavo]
This the story of a young rich nigga
They shot at my momma house I know they had angels with em'
(Not my momma)
I swear to God this the story of a young rich nigga had to juug and kick doors for a living
My heart so cold and its in the middle
Ain't nobody gave me nothing last I remember
You want me to front you some boy you a trap pretender
You weren't with me in them houses kicking in them buildings
You weren't with me juggin' them ounces by myself I did it
You ain't with me in the booth right now while I'm making the millions
Graduated from the kitchen
Niggas hating fuck your feelings
I'm in arenas like I'm Rondo
Came a long way from the bando
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