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Migos, Metro I mean all I ever wanted to be Y'all know what we wanted to be Rich! All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Whole lot of ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces Walk around with large amounts of guala on me, cash I'm walking around with a pocket, don't walk on me alone Bought my first Audi with the fish scale guts Now I got the bitches, they wanna fuck, they wanna cuddle up When it come to the Benzo not too tired to twist the handle Everything gets dark, whatever you need, just ask I'm selling that kush to Asher, real money, got a whole big of Ashley Molly taller than mountains, sip a lean like a damn with a fountain Letras de cancionesShe so bad, gave me erection or whatever you call it Bitch, my team been balling, catch you later, keep motherfucking calling Woke up to a bitch this morning, got city new tat mess' All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Whole lot of ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces All I wanted was a hundred dollar bill Now I'm 18, young nigga want 100 mil Selling whole things when that ounce come bust the scene Wanna buy a chopper, never serve a nigga where you lean In the Benzo counting chips of poker' Selling that dope to economists, menace to society Top of the mounting and you under me, yeah nigga, I'm chopping and grinding 'you niggas still nickel and diming, we mix the dope and you niggas still buying it All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Whole lot of ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces For the route game ' I hop in the Audi, I hop in the Bentley I'm fucking, I'm smashing that dish, man Your wrist, nigga, with the Rollie wrist Trapping and capping, I'm selling the bird 'my nigga so sick, got the measles Oh, my niggas, they trapping the regal Ounces, ounces, ounces, molly sit here as tall as a mountain Put the molly on top of her top, she sucking and fucking, she ain't got no manners Back to the basics, I'm counting these faces Our pockets inflating of trapping and baiting 'I'm the mayor, matter fact I'm the president' All I ever wanted was some motherfucking guala Bando used to smell like some stinking enchiladas The streets is a jungle, got to watch for the koalas All I ever wanted was to get rid of them ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Whole lot of ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces Ounces, ounces, ounces All I ever wanted was to get rid of the ounces From Letras Mania