Michael South, Kooley! - Borders lyrics

[Michael South, Kooley! - Borders lyrics]

Did a lotta thangs, switch lanes
Don’t change chilling with the gang
Michael always let it bang
Had lotta problems when I ran into the fame
Then I took a flight to Russia
At the party let it rain
Shawty finna drop it down pick her
Up just like a crane
Always smoking marry Jane
Got no time for a lame
When I pull up to party
Everybody scream my name
We done did a lotta things
Never flakin on the gang

Know I always keep the smoke
Imma fade into the smoke
Don’t you ever try play me
I’m turn you into a ghost
Tell me how you wanna travel
On a plane or boat?
Got The world in my hands so
They call the kid the goat
Niggas always tryna try me so
I gotta keep the smoke
We rich not broke, so better you keep yo hoe
Had a party at yo mansion and
We tear it down the flow
Can’t no body steal my flow
Xix we finna blow
Scream free my brother July cuz they
Got em on the row
Don’t you ever trust a hoe
They gone put you on the row
Always smoke gas got it burning real slow
Always count cash cuz that’s
All I really know
Always move fast cuz that’s all I really know
Shoutout Michael in the flow cuz
We really finna blow

Purple purple nice ambience
Got high like the aliens (yeah)
And ride benz got my suit and tie
I`m tied up guess who`s the man
Started rap shit on accident
Came off better than yall on accident
Shooters on battlement
If you inadequate I`m calling
Your doctors and ambulance
Still no new friends, understand I`m on
New plans, on bands, finance, on stacks
(Ugh)
I`m hustling hard to put on some commas
And billies and all in advance
Nighttime I needing me brain dance
Pardon me ladies no offence
Its on your hands
Put in your time for exerting yourself
I might show you my gentleman

Still connecting borders
Still connecting borders
We connecting borders
Killers round the corners (Run it)

Trillest round here better say none
Defending yourself with the fake guns
I`m laughing off your colored buns
Man shut the fuck up where my green pots
Heard you pull up but you packin’ with fiens
Imma pull up but we packin’ with beams
Niggas just hate cuz they not on the team
Won’t give her dick cuz she begging me please
Motherfucking wallet is still full of signs
Adjusting the set made these hoes to go blind
I`m killing the game but nobody to find
We been pretty we been wild
Got her ass up got her mouth wide
Just put that on mind that that
Bitch is one of a kind
She wanting that D? That’s one of a kind

Did a lotta thangs, switch lanes
Don’t change chilling with the gang
Michael always let it bang
Had lotta problems when I ran into the fame
Then I took a flight to Russia
At the party let it rain
Shawty finna drop it down pick her
Up just like a crane
Always smoking marry Jane
Got no time for a lame
When I pull up to party
Everybody scream my name
We done did a lotta things
Never flakin on the gang

Man get your shit together bruh bruh
Talk nice, talk nice bitch!
Shout out Michael you already know
What it is we
Balling we real superstars over here xIX shit

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret