Lyrics mikey - Familypet, 93feetofsmoke

mikey

Got a lot of friends and she knows it
I said she want it then she can own it
I really respect the way that she moves it
She a queen, she ain’t even gotta prove it
I don’t fuck with the devil
I put that on my life
And I know God don’t ride for me
But I guess that’s alright
I got blood on my hands, yeah
But they still holding tight
Haven’t made it to Heaven
But girl, we got all night
Drop-drop-dropped to the floor
You’ll find me on the floor
Know that I want it, I’m haunted, of course
By that four-letter word
It’s a burden of sorts that stings me to the core
Yeah, my heart is your court
Yeah, girl you be the judge, my body’s the juror
Feel the heat of your words
Coming out of my pores, coming out of my pores
Got a lot of friends and she knows it
I said she want it then she can own it
I really respect the way that she moves it
She a queen, she ain’t even gotta prove it
Know your mother don’t like me
Bitch, I’m ballin' like Mikey
Pullin' up in my white tee
Got bloodstains on my Nikes
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
Know your mother don’t like me
Bitch, I’m ballin' like Mikey
Pullin' up in my white tee
Got bloodstains on my Nikes
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
If life’s so rough, why are you hitting my line up?
If bets are off, I line your chips up
We both don’t care, just leave it there
Know you keep the lights on when I’m not there
Why-why-why people don’t like me
You got every reason to bite me
Fold your roll and count a lot of
And keep it hidden underneath to hide things
Serenade my, alright
Black blood on my Nikes, all night
She said she wanna go to Para, alright
I’m just tryna find a reason
On my chest, on my chest
All this pressure, I can’t rest
On my chest, on my chest
All this pressure, I can’t rest
On my chest, on my chest
All this pressure, I can’t rest
On my chest, on my chest
All this pressure, I can’t rest
So, nope, you don’t like me
You got every reason to bite me
Fold your roll and count a lot of
And keep it hidden underneath to hide things
Say you don’t wanna see my parent, alright
Black blood on my Nikes, all night
She said she wanna go to Para, alright
I’m just tryna find a reason
On my chest, on my chest
All this pressure, I can’t rest (I can’t rest)
All this pressure, I can’t rest
Know your mother don’t like me
Bitch, I’m ballin' like Mikey
Pullin' up in my white tee
Got bloodstains on my Nikes
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
Know your mother don’t like me
Bitch, I’m ballin' like Mikey
Pullin' up in my white tee
Got bloodstains on my Nikes
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you
Girl, I think I’m falling for you
Girl, I think I’m all in for you