Micheal Knight Testo

Yeah
Lames catch feelings, we catch flights
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Racecars and weed jars, nigga

I got a style for every bump in your face
Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case
You know I'm bowtie 'til I die
Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath, miss me?
No, you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tryna be Miss Me
All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

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And the view from the rocking chair improves
But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame
Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne
Endo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows
The wind blow and change, and I am not mad
All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool

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