Migos - I Just Wanna lyrics

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(Hook)

I just want to wake up in the mornin'

Drop the top like I'm a samurai

I just want to a 100 mill, a house up on the hill

Sipping out the seal, looking at the sun rise

I just want to look like I'm a champion

I just want to plug that's a Italian

I just want to live betta than average

I just want to I just want to I just want to

I just want to live up in the penthouse

I just want 2 bitches and they give me mouth

I just want to make it out this muthafuckin' trap house

I just want to I just want to I just want to

(Verse: Offset)

1991 I was established

Mama told me stop trappin' and cappin', boy ya talented

I did not listen so I ended up wit the savages

Stuck in the county couldn't do nothin' it was tragedy

I just want to look like I'm the president

In the trap erryday man I had perfect attendance

All of the re up money I fucked up and I spent it

When I told my mama that we gon' be rich, nigga I meant it

I just want to live like I'm a bachelor

Got the chef in the kitchen cookin' up caviar

Doin' 100 in the rari screaming fuck the law

Got the chopper aimin' at ya wit the monkey balls

If I don't got the Actavis then it's withdrawl

Got the pussy nigga missin' like a sick call

I just want to be on top and neva eva fall

Up and downs in the trap like a see-saw

Trap, trappin' out the gym without a basketball

I just want millions of dollars and partners that shoot you like shooters

I got two bitches they fuckin' and swallow

Don't love them just swap them

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(Verse 2: Quavo)

I just want to be what I want to be

Got two lambo seats in the old school topless T

Cruisin' like Penelope

I grew up on the westside of avenue

Ya can ask errybody about me

Game in a knot like a tennis shoe

What ya goin' to do when the feds run into ya

I came from tryin' on clothes in the fittin' room

To lockin' the doors in the Bentley coupe

If my bro drop the pack, then ya know I got it

The coupe got the gadgets its like robotics

Giuseppe Zanotti it mark my body

Young rich nigga still walkin' round wit the profit

Tell ya a story about one lil bird

One lil bird when the peckin' on the curb

Did he get up, did he fly like a real bird

Ova the sea wit the white like young Spielberg

Thirty pointer, forty pointer, look at the Franck Muller

Walk in yo city, I feel like a king, I am the rula

Who is the shooter? My niggas be trap off the calculator like computer

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