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mikiy - carry yourself lyrics

[chorus: s6lty]
f+ck up the bag
i got every right to brag, brag, brag, brag
i’m in the lamb’ i don’t f+ck with [?]
cut your b+tch off, she might’ve lagged, lagged, lagged
i can just tell you ain’t getting dough just look at the way you carry yourself
i love the money, the money love me i’m pretty silly i’ma marry the wealth
i mix the sprite with pure codeine they look at me like “he making a spell”
this b+tch ass on megan the stallion oh god d+mn she bad as h+ll
i make the music that’s easy to sell
she f+ck with mе no wonder why she fell
walk on thе spot and i’m ringing them bells
high as f+ck i forgot how i felt [?]
[?]

‘member when i never had this sh+t
now i’m coolin’ with the baddest b+tch
h+lla frozen i got patek wrist
now i just f+cked up [?]
now i’m [?]
i crash it, i bought it, i bought the whip
i crash it, i bought it, i bought the whip
i crash it, i bought it, i bought the whip (yeah)
i crash it, i bought it, i bought

[verse: mikiy]
look at the way you carry yourself i carry this game up on my back
[?] but don’t impact
save this money i keep intact
studio time religiously
i’m praised like a saint
you ain’t even on my level
make your rain cash from water to lean
pour up my team
[?] rapping
stay in your lane ’cause they f+cked your [?]
your remains on the black market
3 am the witching hour demon time
getting power ballin’ hard like yao ming
throw these lay up’s do my thing
no handouts i earned this bling
almost forgot to whip in the camry
[?] condition there isn’t a scratch
three years together we grew to attach
sunset right off tear off the roof
[chorus: s6lty]
f+ck up the bag
i got every right to brag, brag, brag, brag
i’m in the lamb’ i don’t f+ck with [?]
cut your b+tch off, she might’ve lagged, lagged, lagged
i can just tell you ain’t getting dough just look at the way you carry yourself
i love the money, the money love me i’m pretty silly i’ma marry the wealth
i mix the sprite with pure codeine they look at me like “he making a spell”
this b+tch ass on megan the stallion oh god d+mn she bad as h+ll
i make the music that’s easy to sell
she f+ck with me no wonder why she fell
walk on the spot and i’m ringing them bells
high as f+ck i forgot how i felt [?]
[?]
high as f+ck i forgot how i felt [?]

- mikiy lyrics

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