Lyrics Mighty Healthy '16 - Stro

Mighty Healthy '16

Ghetto chick she thick she try to kiss me
When I leave I swear they gon' miss me
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G.A.T
First off, peace to y’all
From the best coast that’s east to y’all
Flooding these mics, no F.E.M.A dog
Bet yo' hoe got Stro fever dawg
You ain’t really gotta be neither dawg
We could link up and cease it all
Moneys, honey’s, run it, dummies
These haters get nothin from me
Young boy got hella skill
Y’all look edible
Brooklyn hella real
Death what we rep it 'til
Flatbush, Brownsville
All the way back to Clinton Hills
Yes fresh, yes ill, yes neat
No chill
Me?
I’m that don like i treat tracks like turnpikes
I SKURR on em and stay focused
SKURR on em and who’s closest
I don’t know about you but that’s how we movin
Everything stay grade-A for payday, we losin
We doozin
Originally speaking the city
They picturing me
Biggie and Day, living in me
You want a body, no difference to me
Had to blast at em, had to blast at em
See grade-A tribe, we the G.A.T
Ghetto chick she thick she try to kiss me
When I leave I swear they gon' miss me
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G.A.T
This is for my playas, pretty broad layers
Flashing broad dayers
Plus run city’s like mayors, haters
Be gone, niggas stay trying to be on
I dissect your frog catalogue
With like three songs
I hear em but, can’t feel em flow bananas
Can’t peel em now
I’m unfuckwitables, syllables, will kill a dude
Y’all take l’s, that’s typical
Better watch yourself like mystical
If lifes a movie we act up, and stacked up residuals
Your peoples is regal feeble
My peoples is very lethal
You hating, we can’t see you
She’s bad, i work a keagle’s
Back on the map, marvelous tracks
Keeping this stack, I know you like that
Better recognize, we the better guys
Won’t stop till my cheddar rise from here to Lebanon
Never try, testing me, oh why you trying to test me
I specialize in hurting rap gods especially
Never eject me, I need the lex like tribec G
If it ain’t grade-A then it don’t impress me
Boy!
Ghetto chick she thick she try to kiss me
When I leave I swear they gon' miss me
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G.A.T