k**er Mike - Feet On The Ground lyrics

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k**er Mike - Feet On The Ground lyrics

[Intro] It's only one way up, ain't it We like it they love it [Verse 1 - Sonnie Carson] Born breach, feet on the ground out in the cold Never worked retail, I don't know how to fold Know where I'm trying to get but don't know how to go Some respect and a good connect is like a pot of gold (RIGHT) Straight outta Brooklyn currently trotting the globe The game locked and we plotting unlocking the code So I can shine like 40 seconds on 42nd Times Square Times two hater get ya stockings exposed I lock and I load when you driving a road-ster You don't see the people on the side of the road, sir No sir I don't see em and definitely wouldn't wanna be em I'm on my way [Hook - Sonnie Carson] I got my feet on the ground, the world on my shoulders Money on my mind and my head in the clouds Chin to the sky, bullsh** to the side All I need is a full tank and I'mma ride 'til I die What's up [Verse 2 - k**er Mike] Straight out Atlanta you monkey n***as bananas Had better know my clips is filled to the tip and they bananas Bananas like a Chiquita I'm rolling with senoritas And both of em p**y eaters, we eating expensive dishes Fulfilling expensive wishes my wishlist is extensive My cars is European pee-ons you get peed on Peed on ya Neon chain shine like neon Sphinx on the charm of the chain like Leon I'm looking at the ocean cause boats is what I be on I could do this sh** here forever I'm talking eons Cool like my patna from school what's up to Cleon I keep a sweet brown bad b**h bu*ter pecan She like to tell me she ain't black she Puerto Rican And only like to play Frank Ocean and The Weeknd I gave her good dick from the back and left her leaking She told me "Poppy I'll be morena for the weekend" [Hook - Sonnie Carson] [Verse 3 -Sonnie Carson] No days off, taking off is for runways I get mail delivered on a Sunday Millionaire thoughts, dough wishes Flow switches, narcissist, non-smoker, no Swishers Prototype Sonnie, no glitches Married to the game, no misses, eat daily, no dishes Dig that? No ditches, no friends equal no snitches Which is the reason I stack bread like sand-whiches Game recognize game, hoes do too Bad one with me and she recognize you Thousand dollar pair on stepping on through What's up [Hook - Sonnie Carson]

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