Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mike , by - Derek King. Song from the album Keep It 1, in the genre СоулRelease date: 13.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Derek King, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Mike |
| Reece, take 'em to church |
| Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Woah-oh, woah, oh (Uh), woah |
| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike |
| If you run up, then you losin' your life |
| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night |
| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike |
| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife |
| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite |
| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price |
| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ |
| Diamonds too bright, I can’t lay low |
| Call me a boss like I’m Nino |
| Bitches gon' do what I say so |
| They give me the mula, the pesos |
| Told her to keep all the change, oh (C'mon) |
| Maybe if you bad, buy you a chain, buy you a coat, yeah, uh |
| Murder the pussy, it’s a case closed |
| Show all the pictures, no names on it |
| Hop on that booty like Kangol |
| Got her geeked up like Fabo |
| I blow a bag if you ain’t know |
| Light too bright, chain glow |
| Bitch, if you bad, can’t say no |
| Snap of the finger like Thanos |
| Got a sweetie lil' bitch, think she icy |
| Fuck her from the back, do my Dougie, please don’t mind me |
| Pullin' on her tracks, she a freak like a Pisces |
| Don’t let all this R&B shit fool you, please don’t try me, yeah |
| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike |
| If you run up, then you losin' your life |
| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night |
| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike |
| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife |
| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite |
| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price |
| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ |
| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to God |
| Teach you how to jugg, I’ll teach you how to rob |
| Niggas ain’t gangster, they talk to the cops |
| They killed my man and we stood on the block |
| I got them bands and I move the rock |
| Designer pants, designer socks |
| I’m off the Xans and I’m off the Wock' |
| Don’t give a damn, I’m around like the clock |
| Iron and the Six Deuce right on the stove |
| All of my niggas won’t bend and won’t fold |
| Sittin' in the trenches, my heart got cold |
| Still in the trenches, young nigga ten toes |
| They know a young nigga back on the road |
| Phew, and I still keep me a pole |
| I got that coke if you play with your nose |
| And my young niggas still movin' that dope |
| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike |
| If you run up, then you losin' your life |
| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night |
| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike |
| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife |
| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite |
| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price |
| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ |
| Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike |
| If you run up, then you losin' your life |
| We rob in the day, we shoot in the night |
| Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike |
| Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife |
| I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite |
| I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price |
| Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ |