a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

kirk collins - solomon (remix) lyrics

[produced by kirk collins]

[intro: kirk collins]
and oh, that boy he sounds so… tired, tired
oh, he wants to shine like you!

oh, that boy, he feels so… tired, tired
but he wants to sound like you!

oh, that boy, he knows he’s… tired, tired
but he wants to make a move!

and oh, that boy he feels so… tired, tired
but he knows he’s got a groove…!

[verse 1: kirk collins]
i just rolled out on the red carpet
you can come sign up, come and get it
remix
say she don’t l1ck em, shut up b-tch
we be smoked out n-gga, getting high
we be dressing up n-gga, getting fly
we some cloaked out n-ggas, tell em bye
we so high now, n-ggas, tell em bye!
i ain’t never let a n-gga, get too close
you can tell by the look in his eyes, he bout to roast
i gotta let the clock hit em, let em know
& i got the j’s like i got heat!

[bridge: kirk collins]
these n-ggas tryna f-ck with me just so tired, tired
everything they making is so tired
i’m just flaring up now like a lighter
in her, like a flower

honey, can you please put em up in the sky like
please put em up in the sky like
please put your lighters up now, mmmmm!

[hook: kirk collins]
and we don’t gotta worry, cause we’re tighter
dont worry, higher, higher
just go flyer, flyer, go

you can get it in lil boy, aim higher
you can get it in lil boy, aim higher
you can get it in lil n-gga, look higher, let’s go

[verse 2: masterpurpseed]
young purpseed n-gga
no purp weed n-gga
i been smoking on sativa
joints long-sleeved n-gga
b-tch, you knew what it was when you heard me
light the gas, hit the gas
now im swerving
i told her, “don’t call my phone unless it’s urgent”
b-tch knew she wanted to f-ck when she curved me
n-gga knew the pack was short when he served me
we ain’t taking no l’s
so we purging
i got the bands going up on a thursday
i’mma need 42, james worthy
a young n-gga rep the city, like muggsy bogues
a young n-gga gotta get it, i need all mine though
stack the paper on the table n-gga, dominoes
i be playing with them chips like the bellagio
i got your boo chasing me n-gga, mario
i put them spikes on her toe n-gga, wario!

[outro: masterpurpseed]
we be dressing up n-gga, extra dab
i be getting sh-ll, might just hit a dab
like the corner store, a n-gga keep a bag
i can’t pick you up baby, catch a cab!

i ain’t never let a n-gga get too close!!

✡✡✡

- kirk collins lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS