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Sir Michael Rocks Connect Lyrics

Last updated: 08/07/2012 06:50:09 PM

I’ve got brass niffers, Cartier’s
I can’t lie, seen harder days
Should be easy when you’re born and raised
Got the G code and I keep on
But the 3 tone not 2
Margie L in my shoe
Biggie tryna be me
You just try to be you
I love my friends, I love my crew
I’m at Papa Do’s, eatin’ lobster claws
If you bitch look good I’mma knock that off
I knock it off like horse play
Makin’ it rain without storm chase
Fuckin’ around with that horse hay
That greenerie, that green a weed
Ain’t none really what it seem to be
Like damn, why you try to act like
You ain’t never seen nothing like me before
Girl, you know I’m beautiful
And you know we on the world, we due for go
Just stay away from all these stupid hoes

You got all of these plans
Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet..
She will pick up the phone if I call her at the end
And then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..

Good to kill, you know me
In the year no young OG
Fresh motherfucker, you can borrow my cheese
Rollin’ down the street in a new M3
Blacked out, my feet low
Nigga quit hatin’, I fuck wit y’all
I’m so cold, I’m worth gold
My old school got some TO
Pity she pretty
I’m in that special committee
At 15’s we runnin’ shit
All hell to the new government
And every day chillin’, here as we swag
And knowin’ what’s up when she’s poppin’ them tags
DMO3, doin’ these things
It’s like I’ve got work because of me
We shower, we drink
We dope and shit
We pop it, we get it
Then spend it, submit it
My niggas is killin’
Hey yo let’s get it
I fuck with them niggas that got it so get it
He’s trippin’ it, he’s pimpin’
Don’t you slip and fall with them digits
That cash reeled these bitches
Around us so get this

You got all of these plans
Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet..
She will pick up the phone if I call her at the end
And then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..

I need sex, neck, check
Man I need all 3 of those in that order
Lookin’ at palm trees, go on and stop loiter
Couple of bumpies get in in that water
What’s the deal? What’s the deal? Baby what’s the deal?
You signed for the lotus, you are dressed to deal
Pop a little Malti, go, let’s dress to kill
I’m the type of dealer you can trust, for real
That fendi sheets, I’m tryna bend the sheets
You on bended knees, I’m on Benjamin’s
And I will never end your hair while I roll another trambolin
I miss the marble floors, gravel streets
Any motherfucker that be cock the beat
Two bad bitches and they down to eat
One another for the calories
I bust down and I X pockets
I still swim in that black mass money
I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I’m workin’ it back
Always on time that we catch a nigga sniffin’
Hoppin’ out the whip, I’m the new Scottie Pimpin’
Lookin’ at the swag, man it’s still drippin’
Man that swag be driflin’, yea

You got all of these plans
Man, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet..
She will pick up the phone if I call her at the end
And then I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..




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