Sir Michael Rocks

Sir Michael Rocks - Connect lyrics

rate me

I’ve got brass niffers, Cartier’s

I can’t lie, seen harder days

Should be easy when you’re born and raised

Got the G code and I keep on

But the 3 tone not 2

Margie L in my shoe

Biggie tryna be me

You just try to be you

I love my friends, I love my crew

I’m at Papa Do’s, eatin’ lobster claws

If you bitch look good I’mma knock that off

I knock it off like horse play

Makin’ it rain without storm chase

Fuckin’ around with that horse hay

That greenerie, that green a weed

Ain’t none really what it seem to be

Like damn, why you try to act like

You ain’t never seen nothing like me before

Girl, you know I’m beautiful

And you know we on the world, we due for go

Just stay away from all these stupid hoes

You got all of these plans

Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet

She will pick up the phone if I call her at the end

And then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet

Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct

And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect

Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct

And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect

Good to kill, you know me

In the year no young OG

Fresh motherfucker, you can borrow my cheese

Rollin’ down the street in a new M3

Blacked out, my feet low

Nigga quit hatin’, I fuck wit y’all

I’m so cold, I’m worth gold

My old school got some TO

Pity she pretty

I’m in that special committee

At 15’s we runnin’ shit

All hell to the new government

And every day chillin’, here as we swag

And knowin’ what’s up when she’s poppin’ them tags

DMO3, doin’ these things

It’s like I’ve got work because of me

We shower, we drink

We dope and shit

We pop it, we get it

Then spend it, submit it

My niggas is killin’

Hey yo let’s get it

I fuck with them niggas that got it so get it

He’s trippin’ it, he’s pimpin’

Don’t you slip and fall with them digits

That cash reeled these bitches

Around us so get this

You got all of these plans

Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet

She will pick up the phone if I call her at the end

And then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet

Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct

And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect

Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct

And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect

I need sex, neck, check

Man I need all 3 of those in that order

Lookin’ at palm trees, go on and stop loiter

Couple of bumpies get in in that water

What’s the deal? What’s the deal? Baby what’s the deal?

You signed for the lotus, you are dressed to deal

Pop a little Malti, go, let’s dress to kill

I’m the type of dealer you can trust, for real

That fendi sheets, I’m tryna bend the sheets

You on bended knees, I’m on Benjamin’s

And I will never end your hair while I roll another trambolin

I miss the marble floors, gravel streets

Any motherfucker that be cock the beat

Two bad bitches and they down to eat

One another for the calories

I bust down and I X pockets

I still swim in that black mass money

I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I’m workin’ it back

Always on time that we catch a nigga sniffin’

Hoppin’ out the whip, I’m the new Scottie Pimpin’

Lookin’ at the swag, man it’s still drippin’

Man that swag be driflin’, yea

You got all of these plans

Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet

She will pick up the phone if I call her at the end

And then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet

Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct

And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect

Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct

And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect<br />

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Thanks to jj.

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