Mike McGovern - Word Up (feat. Birksmith)

Damn man
Yo I'm high as fuck, man
Me too
Tell me what you know about that big bad wolf
6'4" too smooth, but he leave the game shook
Call me crazy, Looney Tooney, tuning out of my head
Need a horse to keep up with me, call you sucka's red dead
Misfits, the black sheep, walking with you to the end
Nikes on my feet, snap back on my head
Do not judge this book, if you never fucking read
We leaving the beats baked, yeah them suckers eyes red, uh
I'm feeling myself not giving a fuck and letting my mind run
I'm loving the L, feeling the booze
It's making my mind numb
I'm taking the bitch and I'm thinking bout taking her back to the condo
Freaky cone icky icky, she licking up on my console
Then she grabbed my controlla
I got that 2k vision
Got a spot for the liquor
And dick for two bad bitches
She started screaming, sound like bloody murda
Ask her if she's cool, she said pass the blunt, I said word up

Word up
La Da Dede la de da
Word up
La Da Dede La de do
Word up
We in the club bottle popping
Word up
Don't fuck up our mood
Word up
You don't ever want a problem with us
Word up
We'll leave your eye black and blue
Word up
Don't say I didn't warn you
Word up

You said I can be whatever I wanna be right
You can be whatever you think about being
Yeah well I think about some weird shit
Man, let me hear it
Alright
Well c'mon bro
Listen, yo
I'm a rapper, actor, velociraptor
I spit the bars and hit the bong after
I don't, scatter when the chitter chatter hits me
I came in the game like porn came in your history
My smallest puns pack a punch like two midgets boxing
Got some concoction for my noggin that is steady knockin
But if I take too many sips, my cock a doodle rock shit
Ain't got a key to get in, I got a locksmith
My mama dropped me on my little head
So don't hate me for all the stupid shit I said
It's her fault, alright
So get gone and let bygones be bygones
And climb off my dragon, you drag on
We bout to get the shit popping, but I'm monogamous
The only problem is, I want some bottom lips
So who's serving
I ain't nervous, I just sweat a lot
I got a lot of love to give
You ready ha, c'mon

Word up
La Da Dede la de da
Word up
La Da Dede La de do
Word up
We in the club bottle popping
Word up
Don't fuck up our mood
Word up
You don't ever want a problem with us
Word up
We'll leave your eye black and blue
Word up
I'm just tryna have fun with my crew
Word up
Hmm
Word up
I heard you got a little problem
Word up
What's that gotta do with us
Word up
We the flyest motherfuckers in here
Word up
And we, ain't tryna pay no bitch baby
Word up
I heard you got a little problem
Word up
What's that gotta do with us
Word up
With the flyest motherfuckers in here
Word up
Haha that was so rad dude

Written by:
Brandon Birkhead, Michael McGovern

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