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letra de islands - mike cog

[intro]
i made a promise
whatchu know bout making promise
like ooo
i made a promise
whatchu know bout making promise
said ooo
alright

[verse 1]
i made a promise to my momma
that i’d take her to the islands
okay fine then
i got right up on my grind and haven’t stopped sense
reaching newer nights, still 5′ 10”
where’s my bad b-tch? smoking timeless
she like 5′ 6” -sipping nonsense
i need silence
tryna find out where my mind is
gonna take my momma to the islands
i got my sh-t down to a science
cleaned up the scene, they won’t find prints
got mr. polk for the fine print
shut up p-ssy boy, you don’t spit
f-ck the antidote, i got the potion
t-tle ain’t given that sh-t’s stolen
aye aye
shut the f-ck up i have spoken
my names mike cog, suck mike cog’s
my slogan
ha ha ha ha ha haha haha hahaha ha
i said hoes like loud-get p-ssed around
i don’t play that sh-t and look at me now
oooooo
aye aye
look at me now
i said hoes like loud-get p-ssed around
i don’t play that sh-t and look at me now
aye aye aye
look at me now
hoes like loud-get p-ssed around
i don’t play that sh-t and look at me now
aye look at me now
i’m getting faded now, sedated now
you gone hate it how?
you gone hate it how?
hate me how?
aye
you gone hate it now
yung mike c, faded now!
hoes like loud-get p-ssed around
i never played that sh-t and look at me now

[verse 2]
my solace is my red mic
i got resin in my black nike’s
about time for me to act right
spitting digital on my focusrite
i see mrs. brook, so i act polite
really cj that made me “act right”
quick shouts out to the first in flight
really feeling myself in the low light
ain’t a low life, i just roll dice-tryna roll twice
sun setting in the 919
and i’m just living life
you don’t f-ck with me?
you kidding right?
no comment
i just sip my sprite
my minds telling me no
but i’m feeling right
aye i’m feeling right
aye aye i’m feeling right
my backs against the corner but
sometimes it just be that way
all this hard work is for something
hope i see the day
shouts out b. pace
and a motherf-ckin chick-fil-a
i’ll take a #1; no pickles with a lemonade
aye

[verse 3]
i made a promise to my momma
that i’d take her to the islands
haven’t f-cked with you
and been fine sense
said peace out
you won’t find this
f-ck 5.0 you won’t find sh-t
future vibrant
friends reliant
so don’t try sh-t
bouta cross over seas like a pirate
spitting fresh to death
chewing strident
you make my head hurt
be quiet
make my head hurt
be quiet
selling bullsh-t
i ain’t buying like no!
aye mike cog lost
who gone find him?
like no!

- mike cog

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