Top Songs By Michael South
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael South
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Буриков Михаил
Songwriter
Lyrics
Tonight
In the city with homies
I'm blessed
Stoned up don't look back
All of these rappers - a mess
(I'm humble you stumble)
It's a feasible task
Show me what's under your mask
Ugly boys getting clapped
They got no clue where I'm at
Run it back run it back
In the city with homies
I'm blessed
Stoned up don't look back
All of these rappers - a mess
(I'm humble you stumble)
It's a feasible task
Show me what's under your mask
Ugly boys getting clapped
They got no clue where I'm at
Run it back run it back
Came from the fucking southside
Warm capitol
Doors closed for people seeking hope with me
They act fanatical
You are identical
True homies skeptical
Rap not digestible
My style exceptional
White motherfucker out nowhere
Booming wrecking it
Only
As we rolling tonight
Homie
Kicking sipping that sprite
Holy
Caution caution she tight
Slowly
Better know I might bite
Know she
Likes when it's right
Stoney
Up in her vanes
Rolling
Till midnight
Lonely
Let me ignite
Oh jeez goddamn
Look at me look at them
I just want that M (Yeah)
Swerving till I damned (Ugh)
Fucked her, it was planned
Feeding all my fam (Huh)
Told you I'm the man (Ugh)
Blessings came with bands
Tonight
In the city with homies
I'm blessed
Stoned up don't look back
All of these rappers - a mess
(I'm humble you stumble)
It's a feasible task
Show me what's under your mask
Ugly boys getting clapped
They got no clue where I'm at
Run it back run it back
In the city with homies
I'm blessed
Stoned up don't look back
All of these rappers - a mess
(I'm humble you stumble)
It's a feasible task
Show me what's under your mask
Ugly boys getting clapped
They got no clue where I'm at
Run it back run it back
(Woo)
Used to run for the sport
Used to ball on the court
Watch me fuck up their joints (Watch me)
Handles and D on the point (Huh)
Now my D all she want (Yeah)
She wanna go shop at the mall (Ugh)
Baby don't need no Balmain
Avoiding blots she need coverall
(Hey, Yo)
Who's got a light
Another one
Tobacco so light
What's for the plans
Too many flights
Money on sight future so bright
Got an invite from my lady in white
Hands full of bands them feds are polite
This time around I be feeling alright
Feeling alright join the night
Stand by I'm a dope guy
Killing all spies make them all cry
Got them red eyes
But I act wise
Start my own brand
Run a franchise
With my allies
Ain't no surprise
I swish and I hoop
Couple times with my troops
And I hop in my coop and tonight
In the city with homies
I'm blessed
Stoned up don't look back
All of these rappers - a mess
(I'm humble you stumble)
It's a feasible task
Show me what's under your mask
Ugly boys getting clapped
They got no clue where I'm at
Run it back run it back
In the city with homies
I'm blessed
Stoned up don't look back
All of these rappers - a mess
(I'm humble you stumble)
It's a feasible task
Show me what's under your mask
Ugly boys getting clapped
They got no clue where I'm at
Run it back run it back
Writer(s): Michael South
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