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Conceited (There's Something About Remy) - Album Version (Edited)

de Migos

S to the P
Ayy, ayy
Don Corleonie
Migos and Sean Paul in the buildin'
Mally Mall
And you know we smoke blunts to the face
Migos
Everybody sayin' up, up away

My girl, cau' the body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl

Offset!
She gorgeous, I'ma pay her mortgage (Gorgeous, mortgage)
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin you can't afford it (Louboutin)
Take you on a trip 'cause I know that your nigga borin' (Borin')
Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin' (We boardin')
Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I stroke it (Woah)
There's somethin' 'bout you, you know you special, you golden (Special)
Smoking gas like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (Gas)
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (Ayy)
Come and ride with a G, fly than a feather (Ride)
Hit it from the back, I'm bussin' like Barettas (Nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I met her (Skrrt)
Your nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you fed up (Woah)
If you wanna keep your lady, better keep your bread up (Cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (Smash)
Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you're just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how yuh tun up and ah give me di pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how yuh tun up and ah give me di pose
My girl, mek mi tek yuh 'pon an evening cruise
Tell yuh seh yuh just cyaan lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Becau' di body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
Di body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Yeah, yeah
I wanna steal ya, girl

The way that you're talkin'
I figured, girl, you look familiar (Huh?)
Live in luxury, babe
We not regular civilians
I'm a superhero, but once a villain wanting the millions
Got them notice every time that we in the buildin' (Ayy)
Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in the Sun
And I fathered all you niggas 'cause rappers, y'all my sons
Don't care that if they catchin' you, you gon' be number one
Came from the bum, servin' crumb
Fuckin' bitches stallions

Ayy, ayy
Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (Hunnids)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (Brrr)
She know that I'm young but she lovin' my posture (Ayy)
She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster (Woo)
Okay, okay, okay (Okay)
It's cool, girl, whatever you say (Whatever you say)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (Rah, rah, rah)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (Pop, pop)
And she won't sell work
She gon' ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (Skrrt)
Céline bag was her dream bag (Dream)
When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen that

Hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how yuh tun up and ah give me di pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how yuh tun up and ah give me di pose
My girl, mek mi tek yuh 'pon an evening cruise
Tell yuh seh yuh just cyaan lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Becau' di body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
Di body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Yeah, yeah
I wanna steal ya, girl

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