Migos - Speaking Of The Devils And Angels lyrics correction

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[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Got a big boy Baguette, coulda shined harder together (Ice)
Bought a Lambo coupe 'cause the doors spread  like a feather (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got the dough all clean but it look off white like vanilla (Off-white)
Got two ho's, me and I'm squeezed between in the middle (Maybach)

[Verse 2: Offset and Quavo]
Double R colored and I'm hoppin' out the back, umbrella (Skrrt, skrrt, hey)
My key stone, turned that into Maison Margiela (Woo, hey)
The Audemar grown, baguettes in the face and in the leather (Woo, Audemar)
Holdin' my own, I could change the climate and the weather (Grr)

[Chorus: Offset, Travis Scott, and Quavo]
Answer my phone, speaking of the devil (Demons)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several (Angels)
That's the only thing I know, keep this together (Keep it)
I connect the bottom link, need stacks like medals (Link, link)
Know a bad one in D. C. But she too federal (D. C.)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff and Quavo]
Money through Friday, through Sunday, got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The molly, the Percocets, she eat it up like a edible (Eat it up)
And I don't see no competitors, shoot at the head of a predator
Any nigga want pressure, grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em (Grr)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott and Quavo]
My blessing a vessel
The way I'm running this shit, it ain't healthy
We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy (Move)
Every time you around, you keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (Ooh)

[Verse 4: Quavo and Offset]
All stars got the gang gang, God on my phone (Gang)
Ran through all the calls, you get it finessing then it's gone
We the young niggas that's grabbin' the pistol and ran it, right at the throne (Grab it)
Say you want smoke and you know it's no problem
No Gabriel bringing it on (Bring it, hmm, yeah)
All blue dollar signs, bleeding my palms (Yeah, yeah)
God keep giving me signs, so I read psalms  (Yeah)
Pull up with a suit and tie like I'm at prom (Suit, suit)
Who keeps calling my line? (Who? Who?)

[Chorus: Offset, Travis Scott, and Quavo]
Answer my phone, speaking of the devil (Demons)
Angels around me, I'm keeping several (Angels)
That's the only thing I know, keep this together (Keep it)
I connect the bottom links, need stacks like medals (Link, link)
Know a bad one in D. C. But she too federal (D. C.)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff and Quavo]
Money through Friday, through Sunday, got racks on my schedule (Racks)
The molly, the percocets, she eat it up like a edible (Eat it up)
And I don't see no competitors, shoot at the head of a predator (Predator)
Any nigga want pressure, grab the tissue and watch how I bless 'em (Grr)

[Outro: Travis Scott and Quavo]
My blessing a vessel (Vessel)
The way I'm running this shit, it ain't healthy (Woo woo)
We gotta move stealthy
Niggas been rich, now we tryna get wealthy (Move)
Every time you around, you keep taking it down
Tell me, "How this gon' help me?" (Mmmhmm)

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