Good For You
Muschihaus Vol. Four Lyrics


I walk through the storm ain't got no coat on cah it's good for my spirit
No drip on my neck no drip in my arm only drip in my heart
Damn I'm coming so hard
This shit is alarming
They hearing my accent they think that I'm farming only digging their darlin
Gotta get it regardless
Had the bush in the back of the garden
Had to bag it in the flats or apartment
My bros move mad like Tarzan
Gotta to put it in my pants and I'm kinda sad that it couldn't fit in my palm hand
Can't stress my peace I'm chosen
No love from me I'm frozen
Older women want me ima grown man
Ima put it so deep leave you swollen
I want Lambos and Jeeps in my home man
Girl I know you a freak why you hiding it
Say you don't dweet I ain't buying it
If a pussy want beef then I'll fry him
You ain't on me stop lying
Can't stress my peace stop trying
Make the ting go ratatata crowd scatta body dropapapa
Man's hotta than you hahaha
Ratatata inna face sutm go splatatata
Everybody wah fi be the don dappa but that nuh matta
Bro brought the slappa suh act propa
Dem wi mek it clap at ya suh boy nuh badda
Mi lose mi madda neva have nuh fadda
Ghetto yute wi rise dem fraid a wi a wi dem fraida
Wi have bad behavior can't catch me you need inhaler
Going through life and I walk with my Savior cooling with J my jihga Jfavours
Chillin wid bae that's my main one
I just might ride with my day one
When your outside jihga say when come we go slide on them pagans
I walk through the storm ain't got no coat on cah it's good for my spirit
No drip on my neck no drip in my arm only drip in my heart
Damn I'm coming so hard
This shit is alarming
They hearing my accent they think that I'm farming only digging their darlin
Gotta get it regardless
Had the bush in the back of the garden
Had to bag it in the flats or apartment
My bros move mad like Tarzan
Gotta to put it in my pants and I'm kinda sad that it couldn't fit in my palm hand
Can't stress my peace I'm chosen
No love from me I'm frozen
Make the ting go dagagaga never floppa
She get it propa
How you suh fat fat fat
How mi get a girl like you and you so hot hot hot
I don't need them other girls I mean for what what what
What you want from me
Yh i'm tryna live in luxury
You won't get a buck from me you are fake as fuck get the fuck from me
Why you tryna spud my fist bitch you won't get no spud from me
Stop talking fuckery bout OT up in the country
Only she getting love from me and she so lovely
Late night moving cuddly
While you tryna beef them neeks hey
I ain't tryna be in them streets ney
Resting when I'm in peace
Ain't testing none of these keys nay
Finessing alla these beats yay
Do it propa
Where you get that booty from she said it's from her mother
Damn it's supernova big I feel to bend it over
You're my lover so I got your covered


Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid



Written by: Mictroy Mitchell

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