Back to Top

Ho-Rizin Video (MV)




Performed By: MIKE
Length: 2:02
Written by: Michael Bonema




MIKE - Ho-Rizin Lyrics
Official




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big MIKE-y
BLACKPOWER

Ayy, I got flyin'-bitches-out money, hide-in-the-couch money
I got so much pouch, nigga, I think niggas out for me
OG show me foul money, Thebe showed me Alc' money
Still be hella proud 'bout all the shit I did without money
I peep niggas' smiles funky, truth is I'm a loud junky
Thiefin' niggas' house, the bitter truth is it was wild bummy
Only heat 'round company, I know niggas crowd jumpy
I won't let you down, it's time to leave a nigga mouth runny (I)
I was used to couch-jumpin', sleepin' on the ground, fussy
I ain't even peep that doubt was lowkey teachin' me 'bout alchemy
Listen to this sound, duppy, chillin' in the towns
In Philly as a child, that's the shit that made me sound country
Shiftin' shit be down upbeat, trigger that be crown clutching
Niggas know my power in the city like a Ralph
Suspicious of the brown monkey, distant from the crowd
Couple thousand my allowance money, USD to pound money
Shawty love to pout, but got some shit that make her smile for me
OGs show me foul money
Niggas talkin' loud, the same ones that be takin' style from me
Thebe showed me Alc' money
Still be hella proud 'bout all the shit I did without money
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big MIKE-y
BLACKPOWER

Ayy, I got flyin'-bitches-out money, hide-in-the-couch money
I got so much pouch, nigga, I think niggas out for me
OG show me foul money, Thebe showed me Alc' money
Still be hella proud 'bout all the shit I did without money
I peep niggas' smiles funky, truth is I'm a loud junky
Thiefin' niggas' house, the bitter truth is it was wild bummy
Only heat 'round company, I know niggas crowd jumpy
I won't let you down, it's time to leave a nigga mouth runny (I)
I was used to couch-jumpin', sleepin' on the ground, fussy
I ain't even peep that doubt was lowkey teachin' me 'bout alchemy
Listen to this sound, duppy, chillin' in the towns
In Philly as a child, that's the shit that made me sound country
Shiftin' shit be down upbeat, trigger that be crown clutching
Niggas know my power in the city like a Ralph
Suspicious of the brown monkey, distant from the crowd
Couple thousand my allowance money, USD to pound money
Shawty love to pout, but got some shit that make her smile for me
OGs show me foul money
Niggas talkin' loud, the same ones that be takin' style from me
Thebe showed me Alc' money
Still be hella proud 'bout all the shit I did without money
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Michael Bonema
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

Back to: MIKE

Tags:
No tags yet