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Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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MIGOS – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

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Rich The Kid – Blessings

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’ll hate you
Play a bitch like a Sega
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Bet she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Can’t forget about the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Walkin’ red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the trap where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in a i8, she blowin’ up my i7
Yeah my red bottoms drippin’ the wrong way
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boyfriend he drivin’ a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Fuck her one time and its over shit
She (?) I’m sober
She thick so I’m bendin’ it over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get it out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
She pray for me sunday at church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

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Rich The Kid – Blessings (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’d hate you
Play a bitch like a safety
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Then she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Couldn’t get it by the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Both red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the truck where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in I8, what you doin’ on my I7
Damn (?)
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boy used to trap in a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Call me one time and its over shit
Driving my rover shit
Get to a milli and over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
Straight from (?) then church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings