Mezziah - MiWay

Owwwwww....
Yea
I'm a be like this forever
Woot woot woot woot woot
I done told these niggas… I told these niggas… my shit gon bubble
No MDMA, feeling myself…
Tell that young boy that he in trouble
Aiming for the top… I'm aiming for top
It’s only right for a kid coming from the bottom with a zip and a pot
Trying to put his momma in a crib and a yacht… I can’t stop
I won’t stop… like Diddy
Check the rocks on the watch so pretty
Switch the face up like the girl Iggy
I’m a still grind for mine, no pitty
But … they say I’m too street for the radioooo….Oh
Well… Let the flow stream and watch the green’ll circulate like a merry go… There ya go
Fresh fatigue Ferragamo belt… A chick’s heart’ll melt
Your clothes too tight, boy…you sum’n else
New grill, no Gorge Foreman
Been scoring, gold Jordans
Topless chick in a topless whip…
Might I add, they both foreign... hot
Eh Eh… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
Been straight… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
Getting paid… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
Don’t hate… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
I done told these bitches… I told these bitches… My City, Mi Way
Blowing that kush while she blowing on me and then call it a day
I couldn’t believe that she was on both knees like she’s planning to pray
Staring at me, what you want me to say? Hallelujah?
Hallelujah… Hallelujah
Nah, no need to undress ma’ , I aint tryna do ya
It’s M.O.D, that’s, money on deck
Dick ain’t free plus honey called next
Rare breed… there ain’t a lot of us left
HCAP is what the homie got rep
Eh Eh… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
Been straight… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
Getting paid… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way
Don’t hate… Ride ‘round doin things Mi Way

Written by:
Anthony Stoute

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