Im out with my niggas, we like to kick it
We always talking that money, we like digits
When we out, we peep the honies, we like bitches
Keep ya mouth shut, you f*cks, we dont like snitches
But who do? I keep many dolls, no voo doo
Hit da block in the coupe skurting like tu-tu
Lil roll up, smoking the ooo ooo
Im directing the money, you gotta wait til it cue you
Who knew, I come back looking for something to chew thru
Nigga, you wish I could do what mick do
Now niggas want back in the cool crew
Niggas tryna drain my energy like flu do
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
Im out with my niggas, we like to kick it
We always talking that money, we like digits
When we out, we peep the honies, we like bitches
Keep ya mouth shut, you f*cks, we dont like snitches
But who do?
The ladies always fill out fast
Stop talking to them geeks with that millhouse swag
Mami got that comeback ass
Got me pinned to the wall wit yall that thumbtack ass
You niggas got crumb like cash
What you drinking? Just coke and rum in my glass
We toting the bud like gas
We lapping the haters, so ahead that none might pass
Me and my niggas stay on the dough hunt
Stay shining, diamonds like a cold front
This be us, sorry hater, we dont know
Please dont thinking you sweet when you fruits roll up...
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
My class from the hood I was raise at
See you a dime and I dont see a way to change that
Big booty cuties I had em since way back
Thats be the norm, but you a needle in haystacks
Ima keep a buck, ima tryna drumma that
The cash beefy thick, here's a double stack
Them niggas in back, always the run the trap
Them officers love to keep cuffin that
Pockets on teddy bears, we stuffing cash
Smoke clouds in air, smell where we puffing at
My swag is something these suckas lack
Cant stand you snitches, if you living you a lucky rat
Shorty tryna leave, thats a plus in fact
She got that wide load, im tryna truck in that
Nigga watch ya mouth, who you cussin at?
You see I'm with my aces who you bluffing at?
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
Mick Mersse - F.O.H. (Prod. By !Llmind) Lyrics
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Im out with my niggas, we like to kick it
We always talking that money, we like digits
When we out, we peep the honies, we like bitches
Keep ya mouth shut, you f*cks, we dont like snitches
But who do? I keep many dolls, no voo doo
Hit da block in the coupe skurting like tu-tu
Lil roll up, smoking the ooo ooo
Im directing the money, you gotta wait til it cue you
Who knew, I come back looking for something to chew thru
Nigga, you wish I could do what mick do
Now niggas want back in the cool crew
Niggas tryna drain my energy like flu do
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
Im out with my niggas, we like to kick it
We always talking that money, we like digits
When we out, we peep the honies, we like bitches
Keep ya mouth shut, you f*cks, we dont like snitches
But who do?
The ladies always fill out fast
Stop talking to them geeks with that millhouse swag
Mami got that comeback ass
Got me pinned to the wall wit yall that thumbtack ass
You niggas got crumb like cash
What you drinking? Just coke and rum in my glass
We toting the bud like gas
We lapping the haters, so ahead that none might pass
Me and my niggas stay on the dough hunt
Stay shining, diamonds like a cold front
This be us, sorry hater, we dont know
Please dont thinking you sweet when you fruits roll up...
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
My class from the hood I was raise at
See you a dime and I dont see a way to change that
Big booty cuties I had em since way back
Thats be the norm, but you a needle in haystacks
Ima keep a buck, ima tryna drumma that
The cash beefy thick, here's a double stack
Them niggas in back, always the run the trap
Them officers love to keep cuffin that
Pockets on teddy bears, we stuffing cash
Smoke clouds in air, smell where we puffing at
My swag is something these suckas lack
Cant stand you snitches, if you living you a lucky rat
Shorty tryna leave, thats a plus in fact
She got that wide load, im tryna truck in that
Nigga watch ya mouth, who you cussin at?
You see I'm with my aces who you bluffing at?
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
We always talking that money, we like digits
When we out, we peep the honies, we like bitches
Keep ya mouth shut, you f*cks, we dont like snitches
But who do? I keep many dolls, no voo doo
Hit da block in the coupe skurting like tu-tu
Lil roll up, smoking the ooo ooo
Im directing the money, you gotta wait til it cue you
Who knew, I come back looking for something to chew thru
Nigga, you wish I could do what mick do
Now niggas want back in the cool crew
Niggas tryna drain my energy like flu do
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
Im out with my niggas, we like to kick it
We always talking that money, we like digits
When we out, we peep the honies, we like bitches
Keep ya mouth shut, you f*cks, we dont like snitches
But who do?
The ladies always fill out fast
Stop talking to them geeks with that millhouse swag
Mami got that comeback ass
Got me pinned to the wall wit yall that thumbtack ass
You niggas got crumb like cash
What you drinking? Just coke and rum in my glass
We toting the bud like gas
We lapping the haters, so ahead that none might pass
Me and my niggas stay on the dough hunt
Stay shining, diamonds like a cold front
This be us, sorry hater, we dont know
Please dont thinking you sweet when you fruits roll up...
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
My class from the hood I was raise at
See you a dime and I dont see a way to change that
Big booty cuties I had em since way back
Thats be the norm, but you a needle in haystacks
Ima keep a buck, ima tryna drumma that
The cash beefy thick, here's a double stack
Them niggas in back, always the run the trap
Them officers love to keep cuffin that
Pockets on teddy bears, we stuffing cash
Smoke clouds in air, smell where we puffing at
My swag is something these suckas lack
Cant stand you snitches, if you living you a lucky rat
Shorty tryna leave, thats a plus in fact
She got that wide load, im tryna truck in that
Nigga watch ya mouth, who you cussin at?
You see I'm with my aces who you bluffing at?
(F*ck outta here)
Im just tryna chill my dude
Why you all loud, tryna kill my mood man
(F*ck outta here)
Listen, I aint tryna be rude
I just kicking, me and my crew man
(F*ck outta here)
Here's a 20 go buy you a drink
Hit the dance floor and find you freak man
(F*ck outta here)
I know you a fan, you feel im best
I suggest the exit is to ya left
(F*ck outta here)
Writer: Mick Mersse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid