Mr. Miyagi (feat. Playboi Carti & Future) 가사

Pluto, yeah Yeah, yeah (AyoAA) Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi' Don't text me in the mornin', bae, I'm groggy (yeah) Text me, no FaceTime, I'm too groggy Yeah-yeah, with my niggas, a Patek's a M (yeah, yeah) 'Bout to put a lil' bitch on a film (yeah, yeah, what?) I can take off in the air, I can't see him (yeah, yeah) 'Boutta kick it before I compete (yeah, yeah) Brought a chick, I'm ahead of my time (yeah, yeah) Got Chanel coat and they bought a nine (yeah, yeah) They not with me, one of a kind (yeah, yeah) Real niggas know me from time She said: Tuck it in, fuck it then You gon' have to tuck it in (what?) You gon' wear the boots up, B I can I'm like: No, them ankle boots, I need the ones up to the knee I don't fuck with niggas tweets I don't need the therapy Bump-bump, I get money, I don't- uh, really bump-bump I don't, I go one-one We gon' run it up, run it up, I'm going dumb, dumb 'Fore I bump, bump them Rockstars for us Limo, jean jacket ho, bitch I might take a jet to Calabasas just to fuck my old bitch (woah) Push up on an opp, be on that dumb shit Homicide in the box, yeah, they on dumb shit I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up (woah) I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up