Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Traffic , by - Mik. Release date: 16.09.2012
Song language: English
In Traffic |
| All my flows, I spit them perfectly |
| Word, all the roadman wanna murder me |
| Wanna turn my white top burgundy |
| So I holla at guys down Bermondy |
| Get a 45 and a 38 |
| When I see these youts, I’mma take them nursery |
| Yeah, the right eye’s lazy |
| That just means more holes for your Burberry |
| Face all surgery |
| I took man’s ear off, then I put it in the loft |
| No wonder man ain’t heard of me |
| I’ve been doing this ting from early, B |
| Go and ask Shifman, Merky and T |
| Ego, Complex and P-A-B |
| See, see |
| Deep in the game like bloodclart EAB |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool |
| Switch the flow cause man ah man’s M-A-D |
| I get down in the west end town |
| Where the girls get busy, real talk, I’m B-A-D |
| No lie when I say I’m B-A-D |
| Right now, I’m out for the dough |
| In other words, yeah, I’m getting mad P-A-D |
| Drop an I right after the A |
| Then you’ll see what I’m bloodclart saying, G |
| I send MCs straight to their maker |
| Five minutes after flying through A&E |
| What you saying, M? |
| Not much, I |
| Just wanna get paid like Jay-Z |
| Know I keep it cool like AC |
| Got a badboy team like AC |
| Come holla at me with the ID |
| HSBC, AC |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool |
| Yo |
| Turn a man ghost like Patrick Swayze |
| Wifey wants another mixed-race baby |
| Told her no if, buts or maybes |
| Trust me when I say it drives me crazy |
| That’s why I’m screaming fuck you, pay me |
| Promoters holla at me, true say |
| I’ve been putting out bare mad singles lately |
| Back then, I used to jam with Hailey |
| Getting mad brain in the sun daily |
| Got wiser, then I moved to Katie |
| Christian tings thought God could save me |
| But I’m on the field all day putting in mad work |
| Like say I was stuck in slavery |
| But it’s all good, like Sunday roast on a Sunday |
| I make the ting look gravy |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Who wants it? |
| No one, cool |
| Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool |