Offset (rapper) - Cinco De Mayo

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Offset]
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Do like I do, nigga flip you some money (Okay)
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We really came up from nothing
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Two-hundred, that shit the clutch in the foreign
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Two-hundred racks in the trap when i'm touring
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Thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
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Christian Dior when i'm dressing in garments (Oh, Yeah)
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Shoot at my targets, Aiming at artists
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Trap out the hell, kept charging
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You niggas character to marvel
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Take your shoes off on my marble
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Your bitches got lost in the sauce of the [?]
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I pour up the drink and I gave her a narco
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Run with your [?], It's waldo
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Look at my history, bags in my bio
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Migo like Cinco De Mayo

[Verse 1: Offset]
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Migo like cinco de mayo
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I got the trap in my bio
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Mini fourteen with the drum
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I put your ass on the flyer
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Niggas out here really bums
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Won't take your bitch, i might buy her
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Sipping on lean like it's rum, but it do not get me tired
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If you gonna pull out that gun, you better cock it and fire
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Bitch i came up from a crumb
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Did this for grandma, she flying
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You can come stick it to one, fuck it my nigga gon' jump
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Saw off the front of the pump, put that gun up to your gum
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50k on me lil homie, 100k knock 'em off sunday
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Bitches out here need some money, ordered a pendant on Monday
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Peace to you bitches like Gandhi, one of my friends is a junkie
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Get up and get you some money, cookie smells like it is fungus
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The bell of the OJ an onion, pull out that fire now he running
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He just caught 4 to the stomach, he got some blood in his vomit
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I cut the cord off your bungee
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Boy I got racks in the bandos
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Hop on the jet out to London
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12 behind me so I punch it

[Chorus: Offset]
Cm
Do like I do, nigga flip you some money (Okay)
Cm
We really came up from nothing
Cm
Two-hundred, that shit the clutch in the foreign
Cm
Two-hundred racks in the trap when i'm touring
Cm
Thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
Cm
Christian Dior when i'm dressing in garments (Oh, Yeah)
Cm
Shoot at my targets, Aiming at artists
Cm
Trap out the hell, kept charging
Cm
You niggas character to marvel
Cm
Take your shoes off on my marble
Cm
Your bitches got lost in the sauce of the [?]
Cm
I pour up the drink and I gave her a narco
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Run with your [?], It's waldo
Cm
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Cm
Migo like Cinco De Mayo

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
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I'm on the [?], and all the Houston
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Nigga sipping on drank, got a whole damn paint
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Nigga just cashed on the bank
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Nigga i got money, bitch what you thank
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All these bitches lil slime ball, yeah they love to play
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When it come to play, they know i play
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I got money in my pocket, plus i got a pocket rocket
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Nigga thank they gonna stop me, when i'm cocking up my [?]
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And i don't do no popping out my [?]
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I just like to pop bodies, yeah i love see them dropping
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Invite your bitch, she just pop like a dragon
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Young nigga getting it yeah, yeah racks [?]
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She want to fuck for the cheese, i know you snitching you cheese
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Hold on dog, i don't even fuck with that dog
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I'm a real big dog (roof) nigga i step on you dog
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Niggas ain't getting no money, quit flexing
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Niggas ain't chopping up the shit, quit flexing
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Niggas ain't chopping up the shit, no flexing
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All this god damn money, i'm flexing
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Blue hunnid bitch, nigga know i stay flexing
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You ain't got no money, you flexing
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Meanwhile you flexing on another nigga bitch
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All these god damn hoes on my dick
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You need to come check on your bitch
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All these bitches love bitches
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Yeah I got your bitch on a bitch
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Yeah i got rich, getting rich
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Nigga you can never get this
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All this gawp on me
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Know the big Glock on me
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No [?] pot with me
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Please don't try me B
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And you know i'm big blood
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And you know i'm big dog
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And i know you a bitch
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And i know you a lil dog
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Nigga do like i do, get you some money
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[?] my young niggas gunning
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Having a discussion, it's talking about money
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Nigga don't talk to me pussy, it ain't about no money
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Nigga don't talk to me, it ain't about no money nigga
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Nigga don't talk to me, it ain't about no money nigga
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(Hey man, I don't know what to tell you, I mean you niggas some broke ass fucks,
fuck you niggas, look at me, copy me nigga)

[Chorus: Offset]
Cm
Do like I do, nigga flip you some money (Okay)
Cm
We really came up from nothing
Cm
Two-hundred, that shit the clutch in the foreign
Cm
Two-hundred racks in the trap when i'm touring
Cm
Thanking the lord when i wake up this morning
Cm
Christian Dior when i'm dressing in garments (Oh, Yeah)
Cm
Shoot at my targets, Aiming at artists
Cm
Trap out the hell, kept charging
Cm
You niggas character to marvel
Cm
Take your shoes off on my marble
Cm
Your bitches got lost in the sauce of the [?]
Cm
I pour up the drink and I gave her a narco
Cm
Run with your [?], It's waldo
Cm
Look at my history, bags in my bio
Cm
Migo like Cinco De Mayo

Look at my history, bags in my bio
Migo like Cinco De Mayo