malik may - more than divine lyrics
mute:
it’s more than a rhyme (rhyme)
a n-gga be feeling divine (vine)
i’m rolling a spliff to get lifted (high)
i’m facing a blunt to get high (lifted)
i’m on your top like a fitted (yuh)
i’m f-cking your b-tch and she with it (yuh)
trying to make something from nothing (yuh)
i cop a quarter just like the fourth
but you know i’m not punting (nah)
i need me a beat from london (yuh)
i need me a b-tch from london (london)
sprinting to racks i’m running (track)
she off that white, she off that shady
i’m throwing bullets, no i’m not brady (brady)
i’m getting money, you’re getting worried
keep the green on me, like a laf jersey (bread) (wop)
my mind on my commas, she mad i don’t text her
most of the time i undress her
cause i got hot like a sweater (hot)
cause a young n-gga got cheddar (bread)
to survive you must choose fate
i choose avoidance of those
those who two faced (fake)
and put my name in the game like i’m playing 2k
stepping on opps like an untied shoelace
capo:
everyday hard, yea i got heartache (heartace)
b-tch i’m a dog call me young marley
gotta slide if shawty look my way
yea we gonna party how much you parley?
fake n-ggas portray, til i make them jet
like my name matt forte
matter fact just call me ben
b-tch i ain’t a rookie (rook)
lost lots of loved ones h-ll yea it shook me (shook)
and if i catch cash they gonna have to book me (book me)
call me a-mil i kick down your door and let off a shot (bow)
get down on the floor
on my fredo sh-t my name ring bells
too much sins, hope god save me from h-ll
keeping 90 shots call em steph, seth, and dell (dell)
draco name mariah cause that sound like to carry (carrie)
n-ggas need to learn how to treat they own the right way
call us kid n play the way we do the house party (litty)
had to smash her friend cause she slim thick
yea that nice body (body)
had the bed squeaking like wheels on ferrari (skrr skrr)
make one move your -ss is gr-ss
i’m coming straight like that
call me young call of duty the way i confirm the k!ll (doo doo doo)
run it back cause i’m in the field
ain’t acting no will
throwing b-tches out the crib
and down the hill like jazz and uncle phil (d-mn)
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