Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Micheal Knight, artist - Curren$y. Album song Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
Micheal Knight |
Yeah |
Lames catch feelings, we catch flights |
Scoodododododododododoo |
Yeah |
Race cars and weed jars, nigga |
I got a style for every bump in your face |
Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case |
You know I’m bowtie 'til I die |
Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line |
Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up |
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us |
We break it off like an engagement gone bad |
I fill your 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: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery |
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be |
Hope to catch me sleeping by being 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 |
Scoodododododododododoo |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Scoodododododododododoo |
And the view from the rocking chair improves |
But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew |
Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame |
Everything with wings ain’t a plane, Mayne |
Endo get rolled up like car windows |
Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows |
The wind blow and change, and I am not mad |
All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast |
It’s written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan |
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands |
Alive I stand, left for 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 |
Scoodododododododododoo |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Michael Knight |
Scoodododododododododoo |