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lirik lagu the detour – micis

chef nay making fire

[big nay * verse]

i am spitting all this rizz
got these b*tches wanting jizz
she telling me that they’re my kids
i’m finna drop her and dip

big nay cooking on this track
to b*tches i’m breaking backs
i’m finna f*ck her on some tabs
i finish, and smoke some crack

versace is on my clothes
i got way too many hoes
big ol’ booty resting on my lap
i’m boutta tap, it grows

she keep coming back for more
i don’t really f*ck with wh0res
unless they are your friend
in that case i will leave them sore

popped a xan it got me dozed
holy spirits rest my souls
popped a perky, off the molly
big nay smoking all your bros
i am always with my gang
nеw york city to j*pan
flying first class, nah f*ck that
i’m finna take my jet, then land

wе are turning up a crowd
sirens starting to get loud
i am running from the cops
i’m trying not to get tracked down

micis always on the top
we will never ever stop
you and your gang talking sh*t
don’t forget me when you get dropped

big nay cooking up some fire
got bad b*tches i desire
i’m only speaking facts in my raps
i’m no b*tch liar

micis coming super hot
we just f*cked right on your thot
my bars flaming in this studio
it’s nick’s turn for a shot

[scarpa * verse 1]
scarpa back at it again
big nay my homie, he’s my friend
shout out my girl ’cause she’s a ten
smoke a blunt and i stay zen

blew a check on that new benz
the mici reign will never end
cross on my neck but its not lent
just trust in god i’m heaven sent

moncler coat with a fendi tee
tunnel vision cash is all i see
call me the goat ’cause i make this cheese
feeling like gunna way i push these ps

do the dash in that brand new lamb
trust in god, my friends, my fam
keep that glock tucked in my pants
run up on me and i’m gon’ bam

[scarpa * chorus]

got so much ice on me i be skating like i’m gretzky
haters on my d*ck just please hop off you’re being pesky
always gonna outsmart you, so don’t think that you can best me
i stay in first place, you’re down below just like the 10th seed
[scarpa * verse 2]

walkin’ on the beat, i feel like nimmo
private escort me and gang in a limo
copying my flow, i should call you ditto
how many racks you got? zero

how many racks i got? a ton
you know i’m a star, i’m as bright as the sun
micis on top, yeah, we’re just having fun
all you haters some jokes, you’re puns

chains so cold they were made by frozone
put a hole in an opp like the ozone
aim for the head, no legs, no low blows
always picked first, you could say that the nose goes

biggest in the room, they call me a moose
you short and annoying, i call you a goose
can’t f*ck with these girls, ’cause all of them loose
i’m sh*tting on haters, i’m dropping a deuce

diamonds flawless, shoutout yeat, my ice is cold like neptune
feeling lucky, chains so cold, you’ll sneeze but i won’t bless you
money tall, i’m six foot, but on the cash i be like 10’2
uzi hold 16, i get the green just like i’m deku

[nickormous * verse]

i got a knife right in my hand
micis never soundin’ bland
i just whipped my choppa i just popped ya
pulled the trigger bam

swallowed fungus now i’m tripping
with my aim i’m still not missing
in the moonlight my chains glisten
now get close you gotta listen

sipped my cup that sh*t was bland
popped a xanax, made a plan
i’d go f*ck yo b*tch, and pack my sh*t
i’m being frank, no anne

my duffels full of 15 figures
f*cking two bad b*tches, sisters
don’t need more than just my fingers
i know that i am a winner

got a rolex on my wrist
don’t come near me or meet my fists
i might pull up on the opps
my homies getting some assists

50 bands made in a month
i am rolling up my blunt
smoking on your gang, it’s really sad
that i’m about to hunt

reaching 300 in my lamb
your b*tch is jelly, she’s no jam
i am speeding on the highway
i’m gapping your minivan

nickormous k!lling beats for fun, you could say i’m a murderer
bouncing on my d*ck she jumping, guessing she a hurdler
speak up when you talk to me, i do not need a murmurer
i got too many fans all on my d*ck, y’all a serviture

[scarpa * chorus]

[lil wuf * verse]

pulling up strong, you ain’t sh*t
never flakin’, i commit
i’m on the grind, wasting no time
working hard and i won’t quit

you wish you homies could be me
but you are just lame and weak
my hoes are knocking at the door
on their knees they beg for more

defending the boys, i got their backs
built like a tank, i take attacks
glock in my pocket, on hand
micis are rappers, ain’t no band

at avenue k sh*t goes down
kings of the roe, b*tch, give our crowns
bling on my body, beam and shine
cover your eyes, or you’ll go blind

girls moving their hips round and round
kissing their lips, don’t make a sound
my name’s lil wuf, don’t wear it out
except your girl, neighbors hear her shout

money to burn, raking in the cash
rolling in my ride, feeling bold and brash
but little did i know, cops were on my tail
but i floored that b*tch, man, i ain’t no snail

eyes are red, heart racing fast
smoke in my lungs, high to last
lines on the table, nose to blast
drugs in my system, nothing to mask

seeing colors, feeling emotional
head’s in the clouds, i’m not approachable
fans wonder how i get so many girls
i can’t just tell you, bro, but i can coach you, though

women want me in their bed
and all they do is give me head
i go to first, second, and third
and next i know their home password

i don’t need no pick*up lines
instead i pull up in my ride
to please you, your b*tch is made of plastic
while this song is a hood classic, yeah

- micis

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