Sir Michael Rocks - You Know What - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1] She follow me, calling me, all of me all on my dick dick dick dick Counting my money and thinking that 'How did I get with this bitch?' Maybe it’s cause I’m a general, rolling that swisher in all of my interviews Maybe it’s cause of the clinco, the cocaína from me amigo I’m reading the Bible and trying to get right but I steady keep thinking of ass God forgive me I’m chasing that cash The end of the road when you run out of gas Your money thin, could probably fit it in a paperclip Back overseas I know the nigga you was stationed with He said you wouldn't squeeze a titty in a breast war Smoking reefer leaves out of my bag and until my chest sore Iceberg vest, I'm sniffing molly of a chess board Your money coming next year, like the Beamer X4 Grant me the serenity to deal with haters Do me a favor and never try to do me no favors I’m getting major and my homie Uncle Blazer Know I'm coke Razor Ramon, blow straight to the dome [Hook] (We tore up) Of molly and a pint of lean Walkin’ to the party off in hella beans (So pour up) That criss or the clicquot, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes (So roll up) Some purp or that okey, the Kush God personally know me (You know what) We wake up in the riches And go to sleep fucking niggas bitches [Verse 2] It’s 2 girls at the same time, asses like the same size They not from the same place but they both got the same job They kick with The Clique, same whip its different paint jobs And lord have mercy on them, amen, nigga praise God I’m stumblin’ off the Benz, hella bent, thumbing through that check Showed up with that oop, she in my hand, so what you expect What I’m tryna speak cause real power is the people In the chapel or cathedral, smoking packets of the lethal And I’m fucking with them phones and it’s practically illegal I been cracking credit cards fast as you can crack your window Uh, I’m feel like I’m on the dose when I meditate Put 2 arms up in this ho, it’s like the letter H The crib got a couple of levels like the wedding cake My old hoes tripping on me cause I’m in a better place But I ain’t tripping, no, that petty shit reciprocal The difference between niggas who be getting it and getting low [Hook]
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