Takeoff- Guala!
Çıkar Guala
Bieber – What’s up Migos?
Naber Migos
Quavo – What up JB, it’s time to go to the club, time to pull those toys out man – let’s do it
Naber Justin, cluba gitme zmaanı, oyuncakları dısardı cıkarma zamanı hadi yapalım
[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Hey where the party at? Let’s go
hey parti nerede, hadi gidelim
Where the swag? Let’s roll
para nerde, sayalım
Yea, everywhere I go, them girls follow
yea her yere gelirim, kızlar nerdeyse
Na, na, na, na
Let everybody know that I’m here tonight
herkes biliyor bunu , bu gece burdayım
As soon as I walk in the door
yakında kapıya doğru yürüyorum
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If I didn’t know I need you for sure
[Pre-Hook: Justin Bieber]
Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love
And I might be the guy
I don’t want to make you fall in love with me
Girl, what’s your name, I’m happy that you came
I’m the man in this, stick with me, I can’t love
Everywhere around the world
I’ll be looking for you
[Hook: Quavo]
Is it her looking for you, looking for you?
I’m not Paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop
[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I got money in my pocket and I ain’t afraid to spend it
It ain’t a problem, baby girl when you’re with it
Tell me what you wanna do, would you make a move now?
Girl you ain’t gotta fight the feeling
(Look at her face)
Girl ain’t gotta say anymore
(Say no more)
Need to know I ain’t playing
(I ain’t playing)
Baby what are we waiting for?
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Bad bitches in the party, alcohol on me
Tell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-T
I asked her what’s her name – got the note she said Hammer
On the way to the mattress, said she loved the Panamera
In the trap with J-B with my phone chirpin’ like beepers
Mona Lisa, Anna Mae in the pot when I beat it
Take her across the country, I got plugs on the Visa
Cut your man off little mama, you don’t need him
[Verse 4: Takeoff]
He never seen a nigga like me
Hoppin’ out the Chevy, step up with the minks, gold chain, Mr. T
In the summer, with the beach, with the hummer, with the leather seat
Would tell you ’bout my mansion but I bet they watching me
I’m a vegetarian, all I want is some lettuce and some broccoli
Mansion out in Beverly, your bitch calling me call me your majesty
[Verse 5: Offset]
My bitch is so gorgeous, I might pay her mortgage
I run to the money like Forrest
My life is historic
Travel ’round the world like I’m in orbit
I take your bitch and dunk her like Ben Gordon
I watch her sarki-sozleri.net like a telescope
I beat it and kill it like I’m Lil TerRio
I got your bitch, she watching me like Tyler Perry shows
I’m young and always riding in a Phantom Ghost
I paint a picture for niggas like Michelangelo
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
