Top Songs By Maitchhh
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maitchhh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammy Maitchell
Lyrics
Lyrics
Oooh
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah
Feel like The Omen
My eyes are rolling
Stuck in the moment
Protection on me
Ain't talking Trojan
Pulling up, blowing
Walking 'round London
A 100K pound on my clothing
I'm running the town and they know it
Smoking on loud and I'm zoning
Smoke out the pound, yee-haw
Yo' ho and my ho down, yee-haw
Yo' girl tried to rob my mans
So my bitch shot her down, yee-haw
Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
I'm the wave, these niggas get mad
That they stuck in my wave
So I'm calling it see-saw
I don't fuck with no parties
But I turn my room to a rave
Molly what we on
I don't bother to learn
None of these niggas names
'Cause to me they all peons
I know one when I see one
Shit, I would hate to be one
It's funny how niggas be hiding they blankets
Like it wasn't me they would sleep on
They alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
I was, but I can't be broke, yeah
If I go broke, ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius
And I be roaring like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money
I bury it, life just got a little scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier
Yeah, on a stack, Ben Franklin
Bury her (Uh-huh)
Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shitting on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
If you fuck with the team
We gone shoot like LeBron
The original 23 Glock, Cavalier
Got a mask on my face, with a beam on my side
Like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah
Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
Pills got me sweating like I'm climbing up a hill
My drip getting wetter so her pussy getting wetter
'Til my dick feel better in that bitch like an eel
Uh-huh, blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, shitting on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a bitch, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
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