Mic Check

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Mi-Mic check, one two
 Gyal wanna check man, not check you
 Check, check, wanna check man, not you
 You, you, you, you
 Wanna check man, not you
 You, you, you, you... you
 Don't-don't-don't take it
 Personal
 Don't take it, no
 Don't-don't take it, no
 Don't-don't take it
 Personal
 Don't take it no
 Keep on loving on
 Mic check, mic check
 She's holding my hood on cam, that's mic check
 If she got JuJu 'gina I'm whipped
 Might sex like a demon child but I'm blessed
 North side nigga got miles in my ends
 Ain't no good girl in a bad circle of friends
 Shorty wanna ride, made her hip-hop again
 Might pop in the chart but I'm grime in the bed
 Yeah, mic check, it's A
 Go to The Shard for our first date
 Hit the bando door with a barricade
 And the crack so good, need a accolade
 Uh, mic check, 29
 Wreck that bitch face like Ellen Price
 She just wanna cuddle when it's beddy time
 But I told her, "Babe, right now it's not teddy time"
 Uh, mic check, it's S
 Gave her the sex, she said she feel it in her chest
 Can you handle the fame? You know you're fucking with a star
 When you're fucking with me, they talk about you in the press
 Took a little time just to get it together, better late then never
 Matching Alyx hoodies for the rainy weather
 Lost count how many times I broke your heart
 I'm tryna make it better, you know
 Don't-don't-don't take it
 Personal
 Don't take it, no
 Keep on loving
 Don't-don't take it
 Personal
 Don't take it, no
 Keep on loving
 I've been waiting just like seven days so I can taste it (Taste it)
 And she asking, "Can you fill me in to Craig David?" (David)
 I was surprised she sucked me so good with that braces
 And I told her, "I'm a monster, baby, can you face it?"
 Ayy, she cut me off, now we talk again
 That pussy wet, it pours, it rains
 Seattle Gold my collection of rose
 But I'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain
 Sweet tooth gyally wanna chop this boy
 In her mouth she say it's sweet like chocolate boy
 Celibate boy, chop this boy
 Please don't turn me on
 Tell the DJ rewind
 In the club doing the Champagne dance
 Gold chain and the gold card won't decline
 Yeah we're rich, rich, rich, had to say it three times
 Uh, all these runway pieces, ain't enough time for me to wear the shit
 Yeah, we're getting to the bag
 Getting money forever
 Tryna find a good girl I can share it with, you know
 Don't-don't-don't take it
 Personal
 Don't take it, no
 Keep on loving
 Don't-don't take it
 Personal
 Don't take it, no
 Keep on loving
 Had to dash, you know we crashed
 I'm moving forward
 Realized you're not the guy, I'm over you, yeah
 No more titles, not entitled
 Moving forward
 Had to dash, you know we crashed
 I'm over you
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:46
Key
4
Tempo
130 BPM

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