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Lil Migo - How Many Times Lyrics

How Many Times Lyrics[Intro: Lil Migo]
(Ky Muney made this beat)
(Hey, BangOut)
Uh

[Verse 1: Lil Migo]
I give my young nigga ten
Come through your block, and the clip, he gon' empty and flush it (Brrt)
I give my jeweler a ten (Ten), tell him to bust that shit down and I want that bitch custom (Ice)
So many hundreds in here (Uh, uh), I ask is she fuckin' or somethin' 'cause, bitch, you can leave (Go)
So many gunners in here, got boxes on Glocks, like lemons, you pull it and squeeze (Brrt)
Ain't nothin' but trappin' in here, start with a zip and I ran this shit up to a P (Gas)
Ain't nothin' but sauce up in here, Rick get the shakе, then I might Chrome my sleeves (Drip)
I took a risk up in hеre, jumped in the field, ran a play and I laced up my cleats (Cleats)
Hold up your wrist up in here, let's make a toast to the time we ain't had it, in need (Go)

[Chorus: Lil Migo & Tooley]
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) Run through the load, copped a brick, get a hundred, it's nothin' (Turn it up)
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) Lower the price if you shoppin', I'm droppin' the number (Go, uh)
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) Run through the profit, the cash, I spend it, it's nothin' (Pussy)
How many times I'ma tell you? (Yeah, ayy) The law hit the lights, hit the gas, I'ma leave 'em in dust (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: Tooley]
I heard the plug a ten, ten times, I'm turnt, my young nigga ready to do you
Shit on my neck, make someone wanna fuck off the intro, hoes be ready to screw me
Too many times that I already told 'em, the more you come smash 'em, the cheaper they get
I'm intertwined, just me and the money right now, I ain't even have time for a bitch
I'm rockin' Bottega like I'm on Rodeo but I'm in New York in the brick, no cap
Niggas wan' get me on songs, I don't wanna lead with you actors I'm stuck in the trap (I'm stuck in the trap)
She ain't a ten, I don't wanna hit it (I don't wanna hti it)
I'm in the South pushin' P, no limit (Pushin' P, no limit)
I got a fetish for runnin' up digits
It's that time of the month for these bitch-ass niggas (Ha, nah, for real, though)

[Chorus: Lil Migo]
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) Run through the load, copped a brick, get a hundred, it's nothin' (Turn it up)
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) Lower the price if you shoppin', I'm droppin' the number (Go, uh)
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) Run through the profit, the cash, I spend it, it's nothin' (Pussy)
How many times I'ma tell you? (Tell you, uh) The law hit the lights, hit the gas, I'ma leave 'em in dust (Skrrt)