
China Town Migos
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[Chorus: Quavo]
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade (Chirp! Chirp!)
Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' Sonya
My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana
Young rich nigga, getting money in Tijuana
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga, I got plugs out in Ch-China Town
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga, I got plugs out in Ch-China Town
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Sellin' that dope to the leems and lames, I pull up and I'm in your lane
That droptop that Audi insane, karate that chop on my brain (Ching chong)
Got a main bitch, no name
My main plug, name Fang
He choppin' them bricks and remixin' them chickens
He front me the work, now I got a ticket
My plug came from China, my diamonds Albino
I got the birds singing like I'm Richie Lionel, I mean Lionel Richie
Finessing the plug, again I did it, my bitches exquisite
My life is expensive, you flexing the rental
Erasing the work, like a No. 2 pencil
Hoes with me, on the left and the right
I'm feeling like Malcolm, I'm stuck in the middle
You a rat in the hood, Stuart Little
I'm blowing on gas like a fiddle
Young nigga in the hood selling nickels, white boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
Black shades, Johnny Cage, diamonds go parade (Chirp! Chirp!)
Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' Sonya
My plug look like Pacquiao, his daughter is Kitana
Young rich nigga, getting money in Tijuana
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga, I got plugs out in Ch-China Town
China Town, China Town, China Town, China Town
Young rich nigga, I got plugs out in Ch-China Town
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Sellin' that dope to the leems and lames, I pull up and I'm in your lane
That droptop that Audi insane, karate that chop on my brain (Ching chong)
Got a main bitch, no name
My main plug, name Fang
He choppin' them bricks and remixin' them chickens
He front me the work, now I got a ticket
My plug came from China, my diamonds Albino
I got the birds singing like I'm Richie Lionel, I mean Lionel Richie
Finessing the plug, again I did it, my bitches exquisite
My life is expensive, you flexing the rental
Erasing the work, like a No. 2 pencil
Hoes with me, on the left and the right
I'm feeling like Malcolm, I'm stuck in the middle
You a rat in the hood, Stuart Little
I'm blowing on gas like a fiddle
Young nigga in the hood selling nickels, white boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
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