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Michael South
Michael South
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Буриков Михаил
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Did a lotta thangs switch lanes don't change Chilling with the gang Michael always let it bang Had lotta problems when I ran into the fame Then I took a flight to Russia at the party let it rain Shawty finna drop it down pick her up just like a crane Always smoking marry Jane got no time for a lame When I pull up to party everybody scream my name We done did a lotta things never flakin' on the gang Know I always keep the smoke imma fade into the smoke Don't you ever try play me I'm turn you into a ghost Tell me how you wanna travel on a plane or boat? Got The world in my hands so they call the kid the goat Niggas always tryna try me so I gotta keep the smoke We rich not broke so better you keep yo hoe Had a party at yo mansion and we tear it down the flow Can't no body steal my flow xix we finna blow Scream free my brother July cuz they got em on the row Don't you ever trust a hoe they gone put you on the row Always smoke gas got it burning real slow Always count cash cuz that's all I really know Always move fast cuz that's all I really know Shoutout Michael in the flow cuz we really finna blow Purple purple nice ambience Got high like the aliens And ride Benz got my suit and tie I'm tied up guess who's the man Started rap shit on accident Came off better than yall on accident Shooters on battlement If you inadequate I'm calling your doctors and ambulance Still no new friends, understand I'm on new plans on bands finance on stacks I'm hustling hard to put on some commas and billies and all in advance Nighttime I needing me brain dance Pardon me ladies no offence It's on your hands put in your time for exerting yourself I might show you my gentleman Still connecting borders Still connecting borders We connecting borders Killers round the corners (Run it) Trillest round here better say none Defending yourself with the fake guns (Ugh) I'm laughing off your colored buns Man shut the fuck up where my green pots Heard you pull up but you packin' with fiens Imma pull up but we packin' with beams Niggas just hate cuz they not on the team Won't give her dick cuz she begging me please Motherfucking wallet is still full of signs Adjusting the set made these hoes to go blind I'm killing the game but nobody to find (He'll put you in the grave early) We been pretty we been wild Got her ass up got her mouth wide Just put that on mind that that bitch is one of a kind She asking for D? That's one of a kind Did a lotta thangs switch lanes don't change Chilling with the gang Michael always let it bang Had lotta problems when I ran into the fame Then I took a flight to Russia at the party let it rain Shawty finna drop it down pick her up just like a crane Always smoking marry Jane got no time for a lame When I pull up to party everybody scream my name We done did a lotta things never flakin on the gang Man get your shit together bruh bruh Talk nice, talk nice bitch! Shout out Michael you already know what it is We balling we real superstars over here. XIX shit
Writer(s): Michael South Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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