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zuò cí : Lindsay, Santana, Taha |
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Migrate featuring T-Pain |
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Mariah Carey |
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E MC |
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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |
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Once again nothin jumpin up in your place |
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Sick of your berry buzzin all in my face |
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Way too much to tolerate |
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Time to roll, y' all know I gots to migrate |
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Speed dial connecting me to rae rae hey |
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Click in shawntae and mae mae hey |
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Treat it as a holiday |
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Cause he' s a wrap |
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Y' all know I had to migrate |
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So I' m on my way home |
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Cause my jeans yeah they fit |
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But it might benefit |
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Me to throw something on |
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To feature my hips |
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Accentuate my! and steal the show |
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Soon as we walk through the door |
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Fellas be grabbing at us like yo |
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Tryin to get us going off the patron |
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We sippin grigio. . . slow |
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If your neck and your wrist coordinate |
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Hair braided or faded okay |
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We can move this back to my place |
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It' s time to migrate |
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From my car into the club, we migrate |
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From the bar to V. I. P, we migrate |
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From the party to the after party, migrate |
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After party to hotel, migrate |
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As we proceed getting buzzed the envious ones |
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Hating but they cant take they eyes off us |
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But we don' t see none of that |
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They playing my jam and the floor is packed |
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So y' all need to migrate up out the door |
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We clickin glasses, comliments of the club |
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And raise they status so you know they show us love |
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Every where we go they gon flock |
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Them boys migrate to where it' s hot |
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It' s hot it' s hot |
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Soon as we walk through the door |
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Fellas be grabbing at us like yo |
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Tryin to get us going off the patron |
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We sippin grigio. . . slow |
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If you' re inked up thuggin that' s what I like |
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Face body and lamborghini outside |
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Obviosuly boy you' re qualified |
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Otherwise migrate |
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From my car into the club, we migrate |
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From the bar to V. I. P, we migrate |
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From the party to the after party, migrate |
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After party to hotel, migrate |
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This is where it begins and ends at the very same time |
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T-Pain the main man of the hour, |
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Got a flow that' ll flex yo tire, |
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Got stacks plus I' m back with Mariah. |
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We stay down like four flats on a cadillac, back to the back, we fall flat |
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Girl. . . |
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If you feel like doin a dance, i' m gonna pull up my pants |
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C' mon back girl. . . |
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But I gotta migrate to bar, |
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From the bar to the flo', |
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From the flo' to the car, |
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From the car to the crib, |
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Then back to the club, |
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We can migrate it all night and mini coupe sittin on dubs. |
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Oh. . . |
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Whatcha waitin' on |
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I can' t stand in one place I want the parts of my Patron |
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And I hate when I don' t get it my way, |
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So don' t wait for me to buy drinks, |
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Or you gon' dehydrate, |
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It' s time to migrate. |
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Soon as I walk through the door, |
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They know I' m from the 8-5-0, |
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I need three bottles of that Patron, |
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I can make the Chevrolet grease up slow, |
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If your. . . and your. . . coordinate, |
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Shawty show them like it ain' t OK, |
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We can move this back to my place, |
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Shawty best believe, it' s time to migrate. |
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Soon as we walk through the door |
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Fellas be grabbing at us like yo |
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Tryin to get us going off the patron |
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We sippin grigio. . . slow |
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If you' re inked up thuggin that' s what I like |
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Face body and lamborghini outside |
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Obviously boy you' re qualified |
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Otherwise migrate. . . bye |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |
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Keep it movin. . . Bounce |