Testo Passport - Mic. Carr
Testo della canzone Passport (Mic. Carr), tratta dall'album Porch Light
Passport, get to the bag more
I still got shit in my closet that got all the tags on it (Ayy, yeah)
Prism, Carrma on my beanie and hoodie (I'm him)
She hot as wasabi, she say she love sushi (Huh, makes sense)
I fucked her three times then I did the dougie (Yeah, yeah)
Before my flight, I run it back if she lucky (Yeah, yeah)
These folks don't get to me, I get to the shmoney (Uh-huh)
I might trip to SoHo so I can see London (Hey, uh-huh)
I'm known to run shit, but I'm never running (Yeah, yeah, hmm)
I'm walkin' it out, they callin' mе uncle (Yeah, now walk it out)
I told you before, I'm one of thеm ones, hey (Yeah, yeah)
You should set an alarm if you still need remindin' (Yeah, yeah)
Look, talent with no work ethic, niggas fall off (Yeah, yeah)
All bark, no bite, nigga, you soft (Yeah, yeah)
I need more stamps on my passport, get to the bag more
I still got shit in my closet that got all the tags on it
If he get too out of line, we gon' put a bag on him
Hustle from sundown to sunup, wake up and I'm back on it
I need more stamps on my passport, get to the bag more
I still got shit in my closet that got all the tags on it
If he get too out of line, we gon' put a bag on him
Hustle from sundown to sunup, wake up and I'm back on it
Ain't had a damn thing I could ask for, what you think this bag for?
I was down bad on my ass, Lord had to dodge the landlord
I mean, down bad on my ass, had to dodge the task force
And to my niggas, I give my last, damn near wish I had more
I smoke like a fiend, you need what? Nigga, hit Kadeem
Told 'em swing on my door, they didn't swing
I been broke, I'm familiar, I'm keen
If you gettin' money, look out for your team
Posted up on the block with a hundred-round drum in my jeans
Be this way till they read I'm deceased
But as long as the money increase
I hid the dope in my fleece, this on Allah
I still recount when I didn't have a dime, why would I lie?
Niggas had thought I was out of my mind
I drink codeine, never poured out no wine
Most of my niggas is poor
Don't got a bank account, they steady talkin' 'bout a Chime
'Fore I go broke, I kick your door, don't get out of line
I need more stamps on my passport, get to the bag more
I still got shit in my closet that got all the tags on it
If he get too out of line, we gon' put a bag on him
Hustle from sundown to sunup, wake up and I'm back on it
I need more stamps on my passport, get to the bag more
I still got shit in my closet that got all the tags on it
If he get too out of line, we gon' put a bag on him
Hustle from sundown to sunup, wake up and I'm back on it (You bitch)
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Writer(s): Michael Carr, Clay "krucial" Perry Iii
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