​mike. fka mike stud – In & out

In & out Lyrics

Verse 1
I could fuck lil momma with no lip-lock
Bitch you know what time it is on this watch
Got that loud stuff in a zip-loc
And the cops outside tell ‘em “kick rocks”
I got models coming in and out
You know what I’m saying
I got it in, gotta get her out
You know what I’m saying
Still got the drip when I’m in the drought
You what I’m saying
Better not slip on the way out
You know what I’m saying
You know what I’m saying
Running round doing shit I can’t acknowledge
I’m gone and you still ain’t being honest
You should tell ‘em what you told me back in August
That no one can make you cum like I did (that’s facts)

Chorus
Bad bitches all gone pick ‘em up
All your friends been tryna link with us
Can’t blame me my phone ringing up
Ring ring ringing up

Post-Chorus
I got money to fold
I got money to blow
Are you sinking or swimming
I got some money to float
We both wanted the real
I just wanted it morе
We got cops at the door
I can’t talk anymore, yеah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Know what I’m saying
Don’t be spending until you know the cost
Know what I’m saying
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Know what I’m saying
Don’t get lost
Tryna win your little games
You know what I’m saying

Verse 2
And doors go up like they been feeling down
Karmas a bitch that I like to keep around
This music in my head so fucking loud
And it’s the only thing that keep me round
Keep it down I’m saying
I might be the flyest (I might)
I’m so fly that the pilot
Called me to come and fly it
I ran it up yeah you can check the mileage (I ran it up)
Check the watch, check the diamonds
It just shows it’s perfect timing
Better watch your fucking tongue
And what you say to me
Cause the way you talk
The fucking talk that ain’t okay with me
Better walk that walk or walk
Or bitch ass away from me
Don’t be calling my phone
Unless you got a fucking play for me

Chorus
Bad bitches all gone pick ‘em up
All your friends been tryna link with us
Can’t blame me my phone ringing up
Ring ring ringing up

Post-Chorus
I got money to fold
I got money to blow
Are you sinking or swimming
I got some money to float
We both wanted the real
I just wanted it more
We got cops at the door
I can’t talk anymore, yeah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Know what I’m saying
Don’t be spending until you know the cost
Know what I’m saying
Don’t get lost in the sauce
Know what I’m saying
Don’t get lost
Tryna win your little games
You know what I’m saying

Outro
I got models coming in and out
You know what I’m saying
I got it in, gotta get her out
You know what I’m saying
Still got the drip when I’m in the drought
You what I’m saying
Please don’t slip on the way out
You know what I’m saying
You know what I’m saying

You know what I’m saying this whole time
I told you we were gonna be right here
And I told you this would happen

​mike. fka mike stud

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