Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Courtside , by - Mark BattlesRelease date: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Courtside |
| It’s Fly America, woke up today, feelin' like I can’t be stopped |
| Now my team startin' to move, all these haters on my cock |
| All these niggas tryna plot, you think he’s tough, I’m thinkin' not |
| Maybe you should look and learn, boy you should probably watch |
| Bars like body shots, these beats gettin' mollywhopped |
| All we got is chicken wings and ding-a-lings for naughty thots |
| Dance baby girl, let me see your dance |
| I’m a future superstar honey, this your only chance |
| I was watchin' from my views, feelin' somethin' is just strange |
| Now if you’re readin' this it’s too late 'cause nothin' was the same |
| So far gone from takin' care of all these niggas |
| Don’t try to thank me later since I kicked you out the picture |
| It’s more life to live, it’s four nights at LIV |
| Miami with my family and we courtside and shit |
| This how it had to be, casually causin' casualties |
| Mad at me 'cause my faculty is takin' over so rapidly |
| These niggas really wanted to see me fail, that’s too bad my nigga |
| Shoutout my brother Tory Lanez, 3s up |
| Fuckin' with this bad little bitch that never had a father |
| All she do is call me daddy, he don’t have to bother |
| I finessed her with the game, I don’t have to call her |
| You finessed with the your bands, boy you had to sprawl her |
| Used to whip, lock and rock, dish it all up |
| All this jiggas in my kitchen, tryna get the potluck (Uh) |
| Tits out, still stuntin', bad hoes still fuckin' |
| Pulled in, top down, backed up, still frontin' |
| Ah man, just in, this little nigga still got it |
| Hit your hoe way back when she a little bitch, still thot it |
| Still 'bout it and you read 'bout it |
| Still got an Audemar, Rollie, Patek time I can still kill |
| Maybe its a couple seconds I can kill out it |
| I don’t got no time for it, I ain’t got no rhyme for it |
| I can do a whole hook on a beat, I don’t even need a line for it |
| I don’t even need a verse for it, I don’t even need a verse for it |
| Come in singin' one time (ahhh), motherfucker, that’s a hearse for it |
| Niggas wanna make boss moves but don’t ever wanna work for it |
| I got hoes that’ll work for it, I got hoes that’ll twerk for it |
| I got hoes that’ll fuck the whole 50 nights on a world tour for it |
| I got hoes want make moves, I got hoes that’ll do things |
| Hit your face like Liu Kang, bitch I’m hot like blue flames |
| White and red with the blue veins, niggas talkin' ain’t a new thing |
| I got bitches havin' mood swings, 'bout to buy them bitches mood rings |
| Ahh, see this is serious |