Migos Gets Their Flowers From Miley Cyrus On ‘Hannah Montana’ 15th Anniversary

Miley Cyrus honors Migos with flowers on the 15th anniversary of Hanna Montana.

The Disney sitcom Hannah Montana, which ran for four seasons, will always represent sentimental childhood memories for many adults today. In its innocent inception, the show featured a teenage girl, Miley Cyrus, who lived a double life as a famous pop singer, Hannah Montana, and highlighted the struggles she constantly faced to conceal her true identity.

Today marks 15 years since the premiere of the first episode in 2006, and to commemorate, American Hip Hop Trio Migos received flowers from Miley Cyrus. Migos dropped their infamous single “Hannah Montana” in 2013, an innuendo used in the drug trade.

Their youthful and infectious energy in the song and video, which has gained over 15 million views on YouTube, is quite impressive.

Fans have resurfaced beneath the video since Miley’s kind actions, commenting, “Got here after seeing Miley sent flowers to Quavo for being part of the Hannah Montana’s history,” and “new Migos fans don’t have a d*mn clue this exists.”

The Migos group, formed in 2008, consists of rappers Quavo, Offset, and Takeoff. The Migos are popular for singles like “Versace” (2013), “Fight Night” (2014), and “Look at my Dab” (2015). But the song considered one of their most successful singles, “Bad and Boujee” (featuring Lil Uzi Vert) in 2016, earned them a Grammy nomination for Best Rap Performance. Since then, they have snagged numerous hit, including 2017’s “Motorsport” with Cardi B and Nicki Minaj and “Walk it, Talk it” featuring Drake in 2018, just to name a few.

The record “Hannah Montana” played an integral part in encouraging women who “don’t got alot of b**ty to still go crazy” and assisted in forging the ‘twerk culture.’

Offset and Quavo took to Instagram to share photos of the floral arrangements Miley sent, with the note “I [love] your song about me! Keep rockin’! – Love, Hannah Montana.”

Migos are just about ready to release Culture III, due in the spring of 2021.

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OBLADAET – NO SLEEP lyrics

[Куплет 1]
Вы в черных списках, а мы в черном, будто с похорон
Распластало на диване, мысли водят хоровод
Кальян дымит, как у батюшки кадило, бонг
Слоумо, все плывет, вкус мягкий, словно паралон
Все бабочки в живот, в голой руке клинок катаны
На вписке бьют посуду тут и хана бокалам
Хата – замок, со мной самка – Hannah Montana
VK 2.1, на стенках трек – Hala Vandala!
У них подгорело брат, у каждого баттхерт
Священник отпевал тебя, кид, ведь ты свиду мертв
Порхай своим крылом пернатый, словно Flappy Bird
А у меня огонь в руках и это синий Burn

[Припев]
Сейчас я встану и пойду во сне
Я скучаю по друзьям и я найду их всех
Ты не пускаешь в свои сны, но я найду отсек
Закрыты двери? Но как Фредди я войду во все

[Куплет 2]
Ночью в холодном поту
Свет включил, но он сразу потух
Ты не проснешься утром мой друг
И черный сон уже видел тот труп
Сон – ловушка, сеть невода
Ордер на смерть, но не Ван Дамм
Голову с плеч, с ней не в ладах
Я умываюсь этим, но там не вода
Ты думал такое только в фильмах
Акомпонимент стука плит могильных
Нет сети тут, не ловит мобильный
Яблок из орбит, но не малодильных
Россыпь под ногами стала клацать
Свет в тоннеле? – Поток коллимаций
Рос ты, по жизни плыл, как в танце
Летал во сне, но как камикадзе
Uh разбился боинг как твои мечты
Напопалам правду матку, и возьми меч ты
Я сплю и вижу это, у них нет вкуса
Ты – ржавый гвоздь программы, вот line-up всей тусы
Рублю на 6 частей куплет, ну чем не пицца?
Глазное яблоко на маке светит, че не спится?
Свяжи мне новый сон, черная спица
И каждый новый твит из головы – черная птица

[Припев]
Сейчас я встану и пойду во сне
Я скучаю по друзьям и я найду их всех
Ты не пускаешь в свои сны, но я найду отсек
Закрыты двери? Но как Фредди я войду во все

BROCKHAMPTON – ZIPPER lyrics

[Intro: Joba]
Pretty sure I’m maniacal, but what do I know?
I don’t know, all I know is what I see through my monocle
That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow
The other’s gold and complemental trusty, well, well

[Verse 1: Joba]
I’m rolling down hills in a suit through the mud
Throw my dress shoes in a fire with the woods
Sit back and relax with the fumes of
Everything I hate in the world
Play Mozart, smoke my cigar on
My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn
Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires
And I wait

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Sun sets to blood moon horizons
Left brain and right brain divide him
Set frames and watch plays inside them
In the mountains now’s where you’ll find him
I smell a breeze in the morning
I feel your presence, it’s warming
I paid attention to warnings
But we were too caught up in transforming

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Lucky days, I’m feelin’ the force-a
Your boy is dusty like brush up a fossil
Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum
Bitch, I’m a king, I was born in the castle
Built like a boxer, I’m ready to tussle
Fuck on my baby, I’m ready to bust one
Come fuck with me and my dogs
Hate on my ass like in-laws, uh
That boy stay light like a cheerleader, um
She want me filled like a two litre, um
Eat it all day, watch it ricochet off
Then I skrrt off on that Michelin, aw
They don’t got nothing on me ’til I pop
They don’t got nothing on me, call the cops
I hit that run like a Heisman boy, run it back
Look at that boy, hear that running back

[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]
Shout out to South Central, San Marcos
I got addicted to soft shell tacos
Right now, it’s panties and ramen noodles
Now I see how I’m gon’ make a shooter
Stamina, stamina!
I used to be holding the camera
Head through the glass, throw your window up
Start praying to me like my handle Cortana
We like Wu-Tang but I feel like Santana
Sweet-talkin’ just like she Hannah Montana
Head was clean, Tony Fantano…
Made her my wife-a
She can’t eat ’cause she’s so Bella
Confused erection
Bad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Tyga – Ski On The Slope (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro: Tyga]
She don’t pop pills, that’s a thing in the past
She only pop pussy, all she ’bout is the cash
Tequila on her tongue, got your heart racin’ fast
I told her, "Get your high quicker, put the coke in your ass"

[Chorus: Tyga]
Yeah, put the coke in your ass
Play with your nose, put the coke in your ass
She don’t want Sprite, all she want is the coke
Playin’ with her nose, she gon’ ski on the slope
Fuck a jetski, baby, ski on the slope
Fuck a jetski, baby, ski on the slope
She don’t drink Sprite, all she want is the coke
Playin’ with her nose, think she Tony Monto
She wanna play with her nose
Wanna see how high she can go
She wanna play with her nose
Seein’ all this white, she wanna ski down the slope

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Snowboard when you jump, snowboard off my dick
If you look in my eyes, you can tell that I’m lit
I can look at your eyes, tell you ain’t ’bout shit
Take a bump off your fist, and bitch, no more lip
Your friends talk too much, Luke roll me a blunt
The white horse in the front, Ferrari, boys pullin’ up
I’m Johnny Depp with the blow, blow the coke in the butt
Throw this gram in your face, it’s like bustin’ a nut
I reach in the panties, then I pull out the plastic
Tell Richie Akiva don’t let ’em pull out the cameras
Yeah she known as a model, but tonight she a dancer
Yeah that face L.A., but that booty Atlanta
I got a big body sleigh, yeah they callin’ me Santa
My nigga play with them keys like he Hannah Montana
Shimmy, shimmy, coco puff, that’s country grammar
Pull out the black card then we cut up the Daniel, ayy

[Chorus: Tyga]
She wanna play with her nose
Wanna see how high she can go
She wanna play with her nose
Seein’ all this white, she wanna ski down the slope
Fuck a jetski, baby, ski on the slope
Fuck a jetski, baby, ski on the slope
She don’t drink Sprite, all she want is the coke
Playin’ with her nose, think she Tony Monto
She wanna play with her nose
Wanna see how high she can go
She wanna play with her nose
Seein’ all this white, she wanna ski down the slope

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Grab your ice skates, bitch it’s time for the snow
Take it to your head, let it burn in your throat
I’m the ice cream man, put the ice in the cone
Got you high in the air, phone on airplane mode, woo!
Snorts
Nigga, I am so fucking high, wait… can I say nigga?

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
YUGHHH
Aspen, ask them
I’m the king of the slope that done cashed in
LeBron with the stats, I done passed them
Nigga been throwin’ work like a javelin
Blastin’ Bitch I’m the Shit 2
Spyder color mint blue, with the missin’ roof like a chipped tooth
Avianne cold, nigga, igloo
Bitch you gotta fuck me like your rent due, woo!
Put your face to the glass
Ass to the pole, you know how it go
Like Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em, shh, everybody know
It’s a lot of bad bitches like to ski down the slope, woo!

[Chorus: Tyga]
She wanna play with her nose
Wanna see how high she can go
She wanna play with her nose
Seein’ all this white, she wanna ski down the slope

Soulja Boy – Money Gang Lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Yup
Soulja
Stack on deck money gang
Woo
Turn up
‘Ey
There that nigga go
All that fuckin’ cash
And all that fuckin’ gold
If you ain’t with the gang nigga
That’s it, on my soul
I’ma get the cash and
I’ma get the gold

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck on my chain, (Soulja)
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
It’s all on my chain
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Money gang
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
I fuck with the money gang (SOD)
I roll with the money gang (SOD)
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck money gang

[Verse 1: ReeseMoneyBagz]
My niggas we ’bout that life
Dissin’ us you pay the price
Youngins stay with it got clips with extensions
That cook yo’ ass up like some whites (Brrrr)
We got them cars
We from the hood to the stars
Loud got me higher than Mars
We got them bars
You won’t wake up ’til toma’
Bitches gon’ bust for the squad
(?)
Reese and Soulja go hard
(?) feel like a God
Bitches and broads
(?) they rub and massage
Not on my back or my (?)
(?) yard
I’m off the bars
Bust on her back in a bar
She getting rammed by the squad my niggas go hard
Yeah bitch we stack and we starve
That’s how we roll
Can’t pop out without my pole
Killing the opps is my goal
We taking souls
Turnt up on stage at the shows
Now we is back on the road
Smoking these (?)
In the trap fucking the hoes
They can’t come in with they clothes
Know how it goes
Niggas be jacking my flow
Try’na keep it on the low
But it’s OK
‘Cuz I am out in LA
And I’m finessing that (?)
Bitch I feel great
You cannot hang if you fake
Niggas be friends with the jakes
Niggas be snakes
I’m a G but I drop rakes
Renegade Reese blow eighth
Hop out that gate
When I come through ‘cuz I spray
You can get fried or get baked

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck on my chain (Soulja)
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
It’s all on my chain
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Money gang
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
I fuck with the money gang (SOD)
I roll with the money gang (SOD)
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck money gang

[Verse 2: Lil Chimey]
Huh
Yeah
Diamonds sitting on chain
Me and Reese smoking dope
Smoking dope to the face
10k for a show
Yeah my niggas getting dough, yeah
Balenciagas on my toes, yeah
Cash gang that be the gang, nigga
What the fuck do you claim, yeah
30 shots to the brain, yeah
Fuck nigga getting paid, yeah
I’m in the studio trappin’ everyday
Pussy nigga gettin’ laid, yeah

[Verse 3: Zeof]
We the money gang
Broke hater you can’t hang, (can’t hang)
Dope foreign thang
She don’t understand my slang (my talk)
Hit her like a lick, no candle wick
But I’m lit hit ’em with the stick (bang)
Pull up on yo’ shit, just cruisin’ it
Jaywalk and you can get hit (skrrt)
Dirty Fanta in my cup, in the cut
Just pourin’ up all that mud (lean lean)
T Man got them Ubers full of shooters
Free Rage he’ll fuck ’em up (free Rage)
Two times I’m Hannah
Livin’ like Hannah Montana
30 my lil’ friend
I’m feelin’ like Tony Montana (Tony Montana)
Fly out to Cali
Then we do shows in Atlanta
Passin’ them packs
Shit got me feelin’ like Santa (GMGE)

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck on my chain (Uh)
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
It’s all on my chain
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Money gang
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
I fuck with the money gang
I roll with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck money gang

Tinashe – Party Favors (Nightride Album) letras

I feel like I’m the highest in the room
I feel like I could fucking kiss the moon
See shawty over there, bitch looking at me, she kinda cute
See a nigga over there, he’s steamin’ on up like ramen soup
I’ve been tripping, had a blue dream
Breathe into me, you know
Inhale, exhale, I’m so dizzy
They can’t save me, I’m gone
Woah, oh, they don’t go as hard as I do, oh
I brought some to the party for you, oh
I’ll mix it up and serve it for you
Party favors for you
Party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, Now baby I got that special juice for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Clouds of smoke are rising in the air
I feel their eyes when everybody stare
See a hater over there, they scheming on me cause I’m the truth
I’m with my homies over here and we ain’t got no love for you
I’ve been tripping, had a blue dream
Breathe into me, you know
Inhale, exhale, I’m so dizzy
They can’t save me, I’m gone
Woah, oh, they don’t go as hard as I do, oh
I brought some to the party for you, oh
I’ll mix it up and serve it for you
Party favors for you
Party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, Now baby I got that special juice for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
It’s something fishy going on and I smell it
You leave that dough around that girl and she’ll deal it
Papi stay outside the first time, I just forget it
I know if she get pulled over, boy she’ll tell it
Yeah nigga I know
Hit her with the sham, but no mop and glow
Put that bitch on the E-way and it ain’t no stop and go
I took Hannah Montana before the show
I got 300 bands on me, that mean no Calico
Rolling out that bounty check your visas
Pull up in that ‘Rari watch your G’s house
Hard smile for the one’s that didn’t believe us
Hard dick for the ones that they wanna be with us
Lots of bullets for them boys that misleaded us
Yeah, nigga bustin’, way too hot to touch him
But I’m elephant tusking
Real gangsta, bitch, I’m on my Russian
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, Now baby I got that special juice for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you