Top Songs By Mykki Blanco
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mykki Blanco
Performer
Brenmar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mykki Blanco
Lyrics
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm the motherfucking rookie of the year
Mykki Blanco, young Castro
Kill 'em
[Verse 2]
We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly
We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly
[Verse 3]
Welcome to hell, bitches, this is Mykki Blanco
New World Order, motherfucker, follow pronto
Get in line, ****, your soul is mine, ****
You scaredy cat pussy motherfuckers can't deliver
[Verse 4]
Maybe she born with it, maybe it was Maybelline
All white Blanco give you heathen ass a christening
**** so greasy, in the daylight he glistening
Oh, this fag can rap, yeah, they saying it, they listening
[Verse 5]
Persistent in the wind, at the four AM spot
Blazed off the indica, a bottle of Cîroc
A mouthful of pop, chug it in the payphone
One eight hundred loco, motherfuckers, y'all can go home
[Verse 6]
I'm the new Rufio, you already know
I'll pimp slap you bitch **** when my limp wrist, bro
What the fuck I gotta prove to a room full of dudes
Who ain't listening to my words 'cause they staring at my shoes
[Verse 7]
We make love to the night
In the back of the club, yeah, we feeling alright
Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy
Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy
[Verse 8]
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy
[Verse 9]
We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly
We on that chill tip, real high
We feeling real loose, real fly
[Verse 10]
I bite the head off a harpy
Eat these bitches alive, no warning
I cry blood tears, holy Mary, holy mother
Somebody get the shaman, motherfucker, run for cover
[Verse 11]
Blanco-Blanco-Blanco, say it three times, candyman
I'm coming out of the dark, with red eyes and red hands
I'll scalp these haters with a sickle, I'm a sling blade
A cutthroat bitch, I cut throat, bitches keep away
[Verse 12]
Now, many play me for dummy, not funny
Now a bitch about to get money, they wanna love me
Tell 'em, no, no, no, I pray to Destiny's Child
Young hearts run free, young bloods run wild, hey
[Verse 13]
Green light with a mic in my hand
I go hard into battle with a dice in my hand
One chance, one woman, seeking the truth
One truth, veiled in the illusions of youth
[Verse 14]
We make love to the night
In the back of the club, yeah, we feeling alright
Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy
Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy
[Verse 15]
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy
[Verse 16]
I'm 'bout to sour you ****
Be that spitter shit, I'm flexing all my powers on ****
These no-class trashy, hood rat brat broads
Ain't got what it takes, put 'em back in training bras
[Verse 17]
Loco motherfuckers, birds of a feather
If you's a dick rider, you gon' dick ride forever
I said loco motherfuckers, birds of a feather
If you's a dick rider, you gon' dick ride forever, ****
[Verse 18]
We make love to the night
In the back of the club, yeah, we feeling alright
Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy
Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy
[Verse 19]
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy
[Verse 20]
We make love to the night
In the back of the club, yeah, we still in our vibe
Lights-lights low, this shit feel crazy
Lowkey, loose **** know, we getting wavvy
[Verse 21]
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, getting wavvy, getting wavvy
We getting wavvy, huh, we getting wavvy
Written by: Mykki Blanco