Top Songs By Michael South
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael South
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Буриков Михаил
Songwriter
Lyrics
Load that tech nine feeling fine
All these wallets full of dollar signs all aligned
Wanna spend some time of mine (bitch) don't rely
Wanna think wise simple lesson ride or die (ride or die)
All of those bitches in front of me
All of those snobs in front of me, over me
I know exactly how life is gonna be,
it's an anomaly probably better be (Ugh)
All of those bitches in front of me
All of those fuckers in front of me
Try not to disclose my pussy murder killing spree
And they talk about me
Load that tech nine feeling fine (Yeah)
All these wallets full of dollar signs all aligned (Ugh)
Wanna spend some time of mine (bitch) don't rely
Wanna think wise simple lesson ride or die (Ride or die)
She gave me topie when my name even that popping
Pop a pill stand still (Woo)
Slopie topie any given moment
Soppy panties and a Henny spent a penny then too many (Yeah-yeah)
Left the building had a feeling like an evil villain
Waiting on my first milli'
Gave it out to my my homies and my fam
Now I'm going home
(Yeah)
Handsome pretty gorgeous
Toast to the memories (Toast to the memories)
Living life so lossless
And another one for my Gs (Ugh)
Got a bag full of felonies
We ain't got similarities (Nah)
And I'm kinda feminist
All the way for the feminists
Them girls do the therapy enemies up for me
Envy and jealousy Jesper Kyd helping me
Melodies playing it
Wait hold up
All of those bitches in front of me
All of those fuckers in front of me over me
I know exactly how life is gonna be
(And I fuck with the inferno)
Load that tech nine feeling fine
All these wallet full of dollar signs all aligned
Wanna spend some time of mine (Bitch) don't rely
Wanna think wise simple lesson ride or die (ride or die)
Don't you sniff that line please stand by
Crystalline your Valentine
Make possession count I'm making shots (Swish)
I twisted ripping bowls should've known
Cause I'm know for smoking tearing ripping foes twisting squeezing hoes
(Man I'm home) So nice living out here and I
(Need no phone) Turn it off I'm living lowkey and I
(Break your bones) Before you know it please don't lie to me
(Pheromones) sense them in greater distance (Ugh)
I made beats them high shit
They made feats them cool treats
Sold them like them bricks, sold them on the streets
(Sold them like them bricks)
I don't do digital dash but I got digital dash in my Benz
We ride out, burnout with friends, all the girls do their dance
(And I fuck with the inferno)
(Woo)
Writer(s): Michael South
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