"Mr. Miyagi" lyrics
Jayy Grams & Smoke DZA Lyrics
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
They talk zips, I talk boxes
These vintage Chanel 5k my optics
I see clear through false prophets
They fuckin' with my little homie
Oh my God, nigga never that
Shit get sticky we shoot up Cobra Kai
Tried to call a player had to override
I had my quiet homie with me
He strapped, but giving Yoda vibes
We gon' come with peace regardless
Teach my young niggas how to fish that's mobbish
Kushed God bitch I done licked the forest
Plug niggas, even got a brick to floor us
What the [?] talking A Rod numbers
Want it all at once I got it here in the trunk
Still top 5 in this shit, the iron lungs
In New York you know who got it you know who supplying 'em
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the
Y'all wanna see me fall I'm ripping features hurt you don't it?
My shit exotic see mythical creatures smokin' on it
You got a talent you think it's valid just reach and hone it
Peep the bonus cheddar start to come in
They want us all in tricked positions quick to try to sub in
I left the everyday struggle cause niggas tried to but in
I'm happy it worked
Designer shoes and oh it match with the shirt
Got a faction that lurks and will pull up with ddrrrat and then skrt
I'm passive I'm working, it could've been from bad to the worst
Could never capture my anger until I snapped on a verse, now wassup
Prestigious Gram's potent weed hit
This a science we lit, I'm Morty he Rick nigga
Instant combustion when we hit the function
The energy can turn a full conversation into a brief discussion
You talkin' pricey with them cheap assumptions
This real rap and I ain't work in my life so I never need to punch in
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the
They talk zips, I talk boxes
These vintage Chanel 5k my optics
I see clear through false prophets
They fuckin' with my little homie
Oh my God, nigga never that
Shit get sticky we shoot up Cobra Kai
Tried to call a player had to override
I had my quiet homie with me
He strapped, but giving Yoda vibes
We gon' come with peace regardless
Teach my young niggas how to fish that's mobbish
Kushed God bitch I done licked the forest
Plug niggas, even got a brick to floor us
What the [?] talking A Rod numbers
Want it all at once I got it here in the trunk
Still top 5 in this shit, the iron lungs
In New York you know who got it you know who supplying 'em
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the
Y'all wanna see me fall I'm ripping features hurt you don't it?
My shit exotic see mythical creatures smokin' on it
You got a talent you think it's valid just reach and hone it
Peep the bonus cheddar start to come in
They want us all in tricked positions quick to try to sub in
I left the everyday struggle cause niggas tried to but in
I'm happy it worked
Designer shoes and oh it match with the shirt
Got a faction that lurks and will pull up with ddrrrat and then skrt
I'm passive I'm working, it could've been from bad to the worst
Could never capture my anger until I snapped on a verse, now wassup
Prestigious Gram's potent weed hit
This a science we lit, I'm Morty he Rick nigga
Instant combustion when we hit the function
The energy can turn a full conversation into a brief discussion
You talkin' pricey with them cheap assumptions
This real rap and I ain't work in my life so I never need to punch in
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the fly shit
Mr Miyagi, take pictures to catch the
