Mike WiLL Made It - Perfect Pint (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mike WiLL Made It - Perfect Pint (en) Lyrics
With the bag
you go you go
Hit the one prayer and then
brag you go you go
Thats the nigga
with the bag
You go you go
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a
pint of some drank
I'm the type of nigga that you meet
at the bank (rich nigga)
Grade a bitches treatin'
me like a safe
This money doin' somethin'
to my brain (my brain)
This money doin' somethin'
to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me
talkin' like z-ro
These pills got me feelin'
like neo (wavy)
And this freak in my ear
tryna go (skrrt)
I-i'll turn your crib to
a hoe house (huh)
I'm a rockstar, drank 'til
I pass out (leggo)
Drank 'til I motherfuckin'
pass out (drank)
Drank, drank
'til I motherfuckin'
Holding onto na-na-nah hoping
they come to life
'Cause underneath the
stairs is where we
Poured our first
perfect pints
Really wanna know
Hoping they come to life
'Cause right there on
the stairs is where
We poured our first
perfect pints
(It's gucci!)
I'm in the trap saran wrappin
with the vaseline
You know the clean lean
jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt,
rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream
ridin' on m.l. King
Two pinky rings,
two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt,
two hoes, one me
They were screamin', free gucci
but now that guwop's free
Blue cheese, no ranch,
hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it's like
a circus with me
Rae sremmurd, gucci mane,
it sounds perfect to me
Now I'm back on top like
I'm 'posed to be
But I done poured so many pints
that shit got old to me (wop)
Kung fu kenny,
look look
Who the fuck you talkin' to?
You mainey (you mainey)
Salute me when I'm walkin' through,
you ain't me (you ain't me)
Everything I do is with
the extras (extras)
Flip me couple million
for investments
And my hood love
me unconditional
Your hood love you 'cause you
on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy,
need the woosah
They screamin' compton,
must be two sides
R.i.p. To shawty lo, yeah
b. Dot know I'm flexin'
Vip my barrio,
200 on the guest list
I don't like to sugarcoat
or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from
normandie and western
2017 Onto bigger things
(bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a
bigger ring (bigger ring)
Everybody a crip 'til
they black and blue
Everybody a blood 'til
they hemorrhaging
Ah man,
mike will made-it
Two back to back spurs, me
and mike will made it
Double park on the curb, I
can drive but I'm lazy
Half a pint, whole pint,
gassed up, crazy, ayy
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night
(yeah, yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you
know where my heart lies
I be rollin' every time
that I arrive
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