Cliché

Cliche - Migos, Mya, and Money

                                                        ~ " Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder " ~ 

Trappin in the vacant, 

Serving all my patients, 

Get it from the haitians, smoking loud, my eye look Asian

Getting to the money,

Running to it, 

Trying to chase it

Like it when she make it,

Cooking when she naked

Throw it in the microwave, 

Betty Crocker how I bake it,

Trappin in the bando,

Big guns like commando,

Flip it like a sandal,

Foreign b*tch, she look like J.Lo

Get the brick from Venezuelo, meet the plug, his name is Pedro

Trappin out the house with the boards on the windows,

Trappin out the house with the boards on the windows,

Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows,

Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando

Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando

Trapped out the bando, trapped out the bando

Trappin out the house with the boards on the windows

Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows 

The Mercedes Benz pulled up in front of my house, blasting Migos Bando. The bass was so loud you could hear his music ten blocks away from my house. I giggled as I stepped on the front porch with my hands crossed.

"Really?" I smiled looking at him take his little sister out the car.

"She love Migos." he chuckled walking towards me with his pretty little sister in his hand. She resembled Raven Symone when she was younger on the Cosby show.

"That don't give you know right to bust her ear drums." 

"She good. Mya this Azalea, Azalea this my lil sister Mya."

"Hey !" we said at the same time.

"Hey cutie, you like Oreos?" I asked.

"Yasss !" she jumped out of Quamaine's arms and into my house.

We followed her inside to the kitchen. I pulled down two packs of Oreos with different flavors; birthday cake and the original.

"Which kind you want?"

"Birthday cake!"

Snatching a paper towel off the roll, I placed six oreos onto it, passing it to Mya.

"Thank you." she smiled, showing that her front two teeth were missing.

"You're welcome beautiful."

I grabbed her hand, turning on SpongeBob, so that she could be entertained while me and Quamaine talked.

"So, what you about to do?" I asked.

"I got a couple of things to handle."

"Oh, okay."

"What happened to your face?" he asked me.