Lyrics:
on me
Feelin' that heat (yeah)
Rode microphone
Turn up the gain
Once this takes off I won't be the same
Put the A in Xavvo
Cause that's the grade we
taise
Maine kara wait
Dedh saal tabhi jaake har jagh pe streaming up
Phle hote the record ye bhi phone me
Aaj studio me bante hain rode microphone se
inside the back seat
And ride on me
Like I got a microphone
You a Rode-NT
Ima a use you til dawn
and reach that peak
Have you telling your favorite
Songs
gagner la moula
Y'a qu'le temps qui passe
Mais faut calmer la mala
Y'a qu'le temps qui passe
Faire des tas d'liasses
Faut que j'me Røde
Comme le microphone
Don't let him vote and kill all the hope and that's why change came when
Obama drove the boat and we all Rode Like the microphone
I'm lil tidoh from
Thanks for this coat, it got cold on the road
smokin these rodes, blowin up microphones
You touring this rap shit, so you gotta go
Abhorrent, im mad cuz ya
'Bout to hit the road, yeah I'm finished with the show
Recording lines with Rode, my studio dope
Grabbing a microphone, spitting infinite flows
Sprout
You on point, Phife?
All the time, Tip
You on point, Phife?
All the time, Tip
Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip
Now here's
You on point, Phife?
All the time, Tip
You on point, Phife?
All the time, Tip
Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip
Now here's
Broke the microphone
Go and get this bitch a cane
Heal minutes, minutes gone
Send this flick a cane
For the popo
Straw in that bitch's neck
Sippin'
the pencil
Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to
Music the only medium that I could find myself through
Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let
fan base adds up
HDC bitches need a nigga like Fab says
Like I took a tablet of melatonin
See, while y'all niggas on the microphone I'm nappin'
Nigga,
microphone.
Sing a warning song.
He sounds just like Perry Como.
Tie a sweater to his hips.
Hang tight to the flagpole.
His feet kick out
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
(Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
alive? Me, who put his niggas on? Me
Who rode with you right or wrong, me, and repped the streets in every song
I know young would meet your fate, pumped
(Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
always remain real, but niggas hate to admit it
New fucking flows, new thirsty hoes
Blessed be the microphones I control
Rap niggas sick, stuck in
I bet you bitch
What set you with I just spits irrelevant
So cold how I rode on this beat if you need it come and get it on me
Im shining
Im
gang squaded up like it's Warzone
My head set on doing God's work through a microphone
I'm going strong
Career on Tom Brady
It's going long
Undrafted but
dans les grips
Du colal et du shit
J'ai des reufs accros aux cas, aux guedros et aux gaz
On s'capte à l'ocas pour dépenser du fric
Je rode avec des
song, been busy, I don't even talk on phones
Conversation microphone, she gon' come and slide the dome
I say biggest dxstrkt it's a crew, you can't come,
This is a note, to self situation
A microphone test or a dense dictation
Last time, they tried to fit me in a funny suit
This time, they tried
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