Avalanche Lyrics by Migos is latest English song with music is given by Migos and song lyrics also written by Migos.
Avalanche Song Lyrics
Poppa was a rolling stone but now
I got rolling stones in the bezel ice
Momma at home all alone hustling
trying to keep this shit together momma
Young n***a smoking on gas
I’m living too fast my foot on the pedal whoo
If I got back to the past
my n***as ain’t know we’d be rockin’ Coachella hey
If a n***a ever try me or play me
I buy him an iced out shovel ice
Dig ya own grave n***a you played yourself
I put some cash on your schedule you played yourself
If a bitch ever try to filet me huh
I just sit back and let her she got it
Think she come up of the Cho
it’s whatever my pockets came with extra cheddar go
I can see through the fuck shit fuck shit
I think that my skills getting better getting better
With a stick come in peace Mandela Mandela
I’m willing to feed whoever who
How can I help you? how
Nobody judge you but God God
You can watch us beat the odds beat it
This ain’t no cap no facade
Young rich and black and we gon’
beat the charge we gone
I’m spending cash no card
I’m liking her natural ass no fraud yeah
If she got a fake ass of course girl ain’t nothin’
wrong with enhancing it’s yours
From the back from the back we enjoy it soo
100 rack I’ma attack with my boys attack
Got the clip walking out we be showin’ showin’
Anybody check clout we be knowin’ clout
In and out in and out we be goin’ goin’
On a 757 Boeing jet
And my AP same size as the Forum that’s big
Better get you some bread where you from yeah
I spend my mill’s on the crib matching
Cover myself F&N is my shit cover
I spent dime go run you a drill dime
If you do the time come home to a meal time
Double my seal double sign another deal sign
G6 pills G money give me chills chills
I make the bitch hit her knees she kneel bitch
I make the stick hit when I’m in the field stick
I made your bitch lick it up like ew uhh
Spend 100 racks on the teeth not a grill racks
Lookin’ at your diamonds on your neck ain’t real who
N***a you a bitch let the Draco kill bitch
Heard what I said heard
Spinnin’ your block every day
til’ your dead spin spin
Live on the edge codeine my meds codeine
Open your legs legs I fuck with
my stick in the bed rrraow
We shootin’ not fighting like Craig bow
Bad bitches they DM they still in my thread DM
They ain’t never give us our cred cred
Patek rose gold with the face ruby red ruby
Put a hole in your head not your legs hey
Put my hands on her head she a pet ow
M.I.G.O n***a that’s the set Migo
Fuck that P.O. I’ma just pay it who
White glass in my Lambo it look like its albino
I hit your bitch she say “ouch” hit a high note ouch
I’m Richie Rich like Lionel Richie Rich
Count your blessings don’t worry about the rival hey
Grandma told me “Go read the Bible” grandma
Should’ve listened still look at the sky though sky
Sifter sippin’ this not the moscato sifter sippin’
Bitch I’m gifted I’m smokin’ gelato bitch I’m gifted
We been the n***as that steppin’
We came in the do’ and they takin’
the flow call it repo bite
My dog he gon’ bite no Chico grrr
Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico brrr
Ain’t shopping Rodeo
You wanna see the 3 Migos then turn on your Vivo Vivo
The Wraith colored mayo white
And the cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheeto’s cheese
They must’ve forgot we the Migos forgot
Straight from the Nawf out the bando bando
I done been quiet for too long too long
I copped that Cuban it’s two-toned two-toned
I heard he trappin’ they tappin’ that static
Tell that boy go get a new phone brrring
Out In Bel-Air copped a new home new home
Avalanche with the blue stone ice
I’m the shit can’t find a fit my neck is a fridge
The rings and wrists I retro’d the kicks
Ain’t givin’ no kiss I’m givin’ her dick
You staring too long like you seen a ghost
So whip out your camera take you a pic
So when you get home get back on your phone
Zoom in on the flick and look at the drip
She asked me to pay for the ass to get lifted
I told her I’m better of getting you a Lyft
Think I’ma put all my trust in a ho with no benefits
Tell her go jump off a cliff
I go through 230 a cup of that purple
Put ice in my drink just to keep on chill lean
Fuck all that talk you ain’t been in the field nah
Open my bank account and it give me chills chills
Written by: Migos
Avalanche Song Info:
| Song: | Avalanche |
| Singer(s): | Migos |
| Musician(s): | Migos |
| Label(©): | Migos |
