This 26 in my head
Cocaine on my toes
Heart around my neck
And it's 24k gold
Word around that you get around
And I already know
Choosing that you wanna speak on me
And That'll get you chose
27th street
Avenue G
My lil niggas they don't miss a beat
They sliding about me
Ion gotta lift a finger
I just gotta make a banger
Oh Mini you a rapper?
Nah sis imma singer
I love counting blue faces
Call me miniana
It's on site, ion argue
Ian with the drama
I can never trust a nigga
Learned that from my mama
All them diss songs get you
Served like it's Benihana
I see the screenshots
I'm in your group chats
Never needed friends
Always had my own back
Never had to follow
Imma always lead the pack
Get the money
Save the money
Blow the money
Make it back
Ooh I think he love me
Call em lil Louisiana
Put thar southern on me
Ian Talking bout that country grammar
Said I'm stuck with em
Got me cheesing for the camera
Then I broke his heart
Sorry Bae Ian got no manners
Mmmm
If Tyric ain't signing that's a no no
If TRoc ain't make the beat
Then it's a No go
If od don't eat it's a no show
If Warren aint Fw it
Then that shit gotta go
You was impressed
Now you pressed
Make your mind up
Don't need the press
No more questions
Sis your time up
I got em mad real mad
Shook the ground up
Pretty lil chick
In the Mirror where I found her
Ain't no real beef
These girls subbing over tweets
They gone copy
They can't stop me
So they envy me
Ain't a bout my sisters
Or the money
Then stop calling me
If you had the game on lock
How the hell I got the key?
You was impressed
Now you pressed
Make your mind up
Don't need the press
No more questions
Sis your time up
I got em mad real mad
Shook the ground up
Pretty lil chick
In the Mirror where I found her
Ain't no real beef
These girls subbing over tweets
They gone copy
They can't stop me
So they envy me
Ain't about my sisters
Or the money
Then stop calling me
If you had the game on lock
How the hell I got the key?
My hair growing and my
My skin glowing
And if I was you
I would hate on me too
My hair growing
And my my
This ass pokin
And if I was you
I would hate on me too
Mikhya Brown - Pretty Lyrics
Mikhya Brown - Pretty Lyrics
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This 26 in my head
Cocaine on my toes
Heart around my neck
And it's 24k gold
Word around that you get around
And I already know
Choosing that you wanna speak on me
And That'll get you chose
27th street
Avenue G
My lil niggas they don't miss a beat
They sliding about me
Ion gotta lift a finger
I just gotta make a banger
Oh Mini you a rapper?
Nah sis imma singer
I love counting blue faces
Call me miniana
It's on site, ion argue
Ian with the drama
I can never trust a nigga
Learned that from my mama
All them diss songs get you
Served like it's Benihana
I see the screenshots
I'm in your group chats
Never needed friends
Always had my own back
Never had to follow
Imma always lead the pack
Get the money
Save the money
Blow the money
Make it back
Ooh I think he love me
Call em lil Louisiana
Put thar southern on me
Ian Talking bout that country grammar
Said I'm stuck with em
Got me cheesing for the camera
Then I broke his heart
Sorry Bae Ian got no manners
Mmmm
If Tyric ain't signing that's a no no
If TRoc ain't make the beat
Then it's a No go
If od don't eat it's a no show
If Warren aint Fw it
Then that shit gotta go
You was impressed
Now you pressed
Make your mind up
Don't need the press
No more questions
Sis your time up
I got em mad real mad
Shook the ground up
Pretty lil chick
In the Mirror where I found her
Ain't no real beef
These girls subbing over tweets
They gone copy
They can't stop me
So they envy me
Ain't a bout my sisters
Or the money
Then stop calling me
If you had the game on lock
How the hell I got the key?
You was impressed
Now you pressed
Make your mind up
Don't need the press
No more questions
Sis your time up
I got em mad real mad
Shook the ground up
Pretty lil chick
In the Mirror where I found her
Ain't no real beef
These girls subbing over tweets
They gone copy
They can't stop me
So they envy me
Ain't about my sisters
Or the money
Then stop calling me
If you had the game on lock
How the hell I got the key?
My hair growing and my
My skin glowing
And if I was you
I would hate on me too
My hair growing
And my my
This ass pokin
And if I was you
I would hate on me too
Cocaine on my toes
Heart around my neck
And it's 24k gold
Word around that you get around
And I already know
Choosing that you wanna speak on me
And That'll get you chose
27th street
Avenue G
My lil niggas they don't miss a beat
They sliding about me
Ion gotta lift a finger
I just gotta make a banger
Oh Mini you a rapper?
Nah sis imma singer
I love counting blue faces
Call me miniana
It's on site, ion argue
Ian with the drama
I can never trust a nigga
Learned that from my mama
All them diss songs get you
Served like it's Benihana
I see the screenshots
I'm in your group chats
Never needed friends
Always had my own back
Never had to follow
Imma always lead the pack
Get the money
Save the money
Blow the money
Make it back
Ooh I think he love me
Call em lil Louisiana
Put thar southern on me
Ian Talking bout that country grammar
Said I'm stuck with em
Got me cheesing for the camera
Then I broke his heart
Sorry Bae Ian got no manners
Mmmm
If Tyric ain't signing that's a no no
If TRoc ain't make the beat
Then it's a No go
If od don't eat it's a no show
If Warren aint Fw it
Then that shit gotta go
You was impressed
Now you pressed
Make your mind up
Don't need the press
No more questions
Sis your time up
I got em mad real mad
Shook the ground up
Pretty lil chick
In the Mirror where I found her
Ain't no real beef
These girls subbing over tweets
They gone copy
They can't stop me
So they envy me
Ain't a bout my sisters
Or the money
Then stop calling me
If you had the game on lock
How the hell I got the key?
You was impressed
Now you pressed
Make your mind up
Don't need the press
No more questions
Sis your time up
I got em mad real mad
Shook the ground up
Pretty lil chick
In the Mirror where I found her
Ain't no real beef
These girls subbing over tweets
They gone copy
They can't stop me
So they envy me
Ain't about my sisters
Or the money
Then stop calling me
If you had the game on lock
How the hell I got the key?
My hair growing and my
My skin glowing
And if I was you
I would hate on me too
My hair growing
And my my
This ass pokin
And if I was you
I would hate on me too
Writer: JAKE GOSLING, JAMES CARRINGTON, MICHAEL BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid