Microphone (feat. Kid Vishis) - Horseshoe Gang

Dont worry I ain't gonna say a word Run your name deep down in the dirt It'll stay between me and her Dont worry I ain't gonna say a word It ain't nobody's buisness anyway If that's her perfume on my pillowcase Who really cares how many times you stay It ain't nobody's buisness anyway I like hell When anybody asks Till everybody I've been beggin you back If it makes you feel good I'm glad Turn my friends on me back home I'll just turn the other cheek and write another song But I can only keep the trick for so long Don't leave for the Microphone You wonder if it's you I'm talking bout Cause you won't hear your name come out my mouth Gonna make her have to turn her down You wonder if it's her I'm talkin bout I like hell When anybody asks Till everybody I've been beggin you back If it makes you feel good I'm glad Turn my friends on me back home I'll just turn the other cheek and write another song But I can only keep the trick for so long Don't leave for the Microphone I like hell When anybody asks Till everybody I've been beggin you back If it makes you feel good I'm glad Turn my friends on me back home I'll just turn the other cheek and write another song But I can only keep the trick for so long Don't leave for the Microphone Don't worry I ain't gonna say a word I only want what's best for you and her

Ooh-la-la, the world's on fire All my friends are getting higher I just want my microphone My microphone I walk the streets at night With monsters in my mind They say you best be quiet I like it, like it No, I won't shut my mouth That's not what I'm about You know I built this house I like it, like it So boom, check one, check one, two, three Is anybody here listening? Hear me now, hear me now Ooh-la-la, the world's on fire All my friends are getting higher I just want my microphone My microphone Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now I just want my microphone My microphone Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now I just want my microphone My microphone They say I'm too damn loud Like boys in London Town Because I won't chill out I like it, like it They say I talk too proud I say I'm too profound Because I won't back down When the clock is ticking like a time tomb So boom, check one, check one, two, three Is anybody here listening? Hear me now, hear me now Ooh-la-la, the world's on fire All my friends are getting higher I just want my microphone My microphone Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now I just want my microphone My microphone Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now I just want my microphone My microphone Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now Turn me up a little bit louder in my bones Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul My-my-my-my microphone My-my-my-my microphone (Microphone) Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now Turn me up a little bit louder in my bones Turn me up a little bit louder, louder Just a little bit louder, now Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul

Would you, ooh? Would you, ooh? Hey, I know this might sound weird to say But would you love me if I ran away? (Away) I know you probably think I'm insane Ain't nothin' change but the pocket change (Pocket change) I know they gotta feel my pain (Feel it) I make them birds Lauryn Hill sang (Brr) And everywhere I go they know my name (And what you claim?) 'Cause I be reppin' gang gang (Gang gang) Posted with the gang gang (Gang gang) Pull up with the gang gang (Gang gang) Suit up with the gang gang (Gang gang) I be reppin' gang gang (Gang gang) I shoot with the gang gang (Gang gang) Bang with the gang gang (Gang gang) Ride out with the gang gang (Gang gang) Always rep' the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Whole lotta gang shit ay, gang, gang, gang, yeah She froze up when that ghost came (Ghost came) Big body rolls, it be hoggin' up both lanes (Both lanes) She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine (Cocaine) I lift my doors up the Lambo', take propane (Propane) After my show we put hoes in the chokehold (Chokehold) At the door, we take cell phones, no photos Money comin' in too much I can't hold, truckload I'm hot, I can't be trappin' in the streets, that what the plug for And all I want is nachos And all I want is Huncho (Huncho) Pulls strings like a banjo (Banjo) And the keys a piano (Piano) Take me back to the back door (Back door) I can see my foot on a door knob Make it back to the gang, that's the whole job Chop it up and just talk about what we got (Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?) Whippin' that Draco (Cold, brr) She said she love me But that's somethin' we'll never know (Never know) Honestly, that's somethin' I really wanna know (Wanna know) Ain't tryna waste my time, it's time to let you go (Let you go) And get back to that back end on the road I can't go out sad about a hoe (Hell no) Married to the money, I propose Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Suit up with the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang I be reppin' gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Hit her with that gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Always reppin' gang gang