kay jay the quiet kid - like mike lyrics
[intro: kay jay the quiet kid]
yeah, okay
hit him with the one+two, no kung+fu
hit him with the one+two, one+two combo
hit him with the one+two, then run through
hit him with the one+two, can’t undo
[verse 1: kay jay the quiet kid]
i wanna talk about riches
these f+ck n+ggas talking about b+tches
all my glocks got switches
all my b+tches got b+tches
hit him with the one+two, like mike
tyson sh+t if a n+gga wanna bite
no bow wow, but i shoot like mike
b+tch, i just do sh+t, shout out to nike
black forces with a gun and a knife
wanna fight me, then you fight for your life
these n+ggas is trippy, so i leave them red
these b+tches got bird brains chasing bread
if you got some stacks, thеn you get some head
you givе her a piece, then you take her to bed
then go to the moon, like whole lot of red
see him, i got him, my scope infrared
[verse 2: younger g]
yeah, younger g
n+gga been sane for a long time
and i been sane for a long time
play with me, gotta know it’s the wrong time
he a goat, but he come with the wrong line
hope that them kiddies be k!lling for real
and they ain’t be talking about fortnite
sh+t
last track, n+gga said he ballin’
and i’m ballin’ for real, never offside
michael jordan or something when i’m recording
never chase, no assumption, i keep on scoring
i’m deportin’, deportin’ your top five
now your fave, younger g, you can’t even tell
got your b+tch’s ass on the kitchen scale
and she wonder how i got her skin pale
ha, younger g
[verse 3: osa the dealer man]
young n+gga, gotta keep it real
keep it locked, f+ck how you feel
all my homies they know what’s the deal
we get money and we keep it trill
pray to god, i don’t waste time
n+gga die if you take mine
won’t lie, man, i weren’t find
that’s why i gotta break the skyline
spittin’ fire over these instrumentals
i burn a n+gga like the devil
play it loud like we all in the center
we burnin’ sh+t like heavy metal
remember the days i was chasing the cheddar
i thought that my days would get better
now i got it in abundance
and the look on they faces is fed up
[outro: osa the dealer man]
i remember
b+tch, i remember
i was chillin’ in the ends
n+gga thinkin’ bout a benz
n+ggas thought i wouldn’t be sh+t
oh, who the f+ck, laughin’ out
who be movin’ all the pounds?
treat this sh+t like it’s a dream
n+ggas always movin’ like they in a crowd
long as i got loud, i don’t give a f+ck
what they talkin’ bout
n+ggas thought i wouldn’t be sh+t
but who the f+ck, laughin’ now?
who the f+ck, laughin’ now?
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