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Currensy
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Michael Knight (Remix)
Scoo do-do-do Scoo do-do-do Racecars and Weed Jars
I got a style for every bump in ya face Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge Open and shut case, you know, I'm bow tied till I die Though I made an exception for the '69 So quick off the line
Coin double side but no matter what, we heads up We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should beware of us We break it off like an engagement gone bad I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath
Miss me? No you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit 'Miss me' Tryna claim spitta' name, tryna be, Miss Me All of that is kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin' by bein' freaky But, baby girl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy I wasn't born yesterday nor later on that evening Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do
And the view from the rockin' chair improve But I have yet to see a team fuckin' with the crew Near and far, saw it all, wide frame Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne
Indo get rolled up like car windows 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows The wind blown in changed, and I am not mad Ol' garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan Survive rough lands, cactus plants growin' in desert sands Alive I stand, never dead, though a nigga didn't die I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoo do-do-do, scoo do-do-do
Definitely dress down and everybody here know it Yo, a snow white Aston on a ground with a poet Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib Threw a bag on your lap and told you don't blow the kids
We mealed up, actually my flowing is real tough Sport these gazelles, faded leather or real rough Bank account, don't even question Spent all my money last year buying shear investments
Marvelous gangsta, New York nigga, make me shank something Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing All my life, six black kids stole a rifle Kick dice and strip you and slice you
So listen, young niggas, I'ma give you some jewels quick Don't ever rat your friends out, you'll stand in a pool of shit Looking like a crab ass faggot Sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets Achets, yeah
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