Others Othk - Turn the Mic Golden (feat. KobieWonderss) Lyrics

I turn the mic golden with the slightest touch
Like I'm mightus son
Come with with us
We can touch the sun
Touch the son
I turn the mic golden with the slightest touch
Like I'm mightus son
Come with with us
We can touch the sun
Touch the son
I turn the mic golden with the slightest touch
Like I'm mightus son
Come with with us
We can touch the sun
Touch the son
With the slightest touch
These hunnys lust
From the ones that like it slow
To the ones that like rough
Pleaser of the Lady's
That's what I've Become
And I've just begun
As Pray for my forgiveness
To the one above
As I smoke my Dutch
As I hold the mic clutch
I'm a strong Believer
In doing shit that I love
From blunts and bitches
I can't get enough
Can't get enough
Ever sense I was a child
My style was my wild
Exiled cuz I love
Spicy mamasitas
F*ck mild
Ever sense I seen her smile
Ever sense I seen her dace
Baby girl it's been a while
Baby girl now here's your chance
To séase the day
To say what you want
Do it your way
She say she love it when I'm in between her Legs
Baby Once I give her some I got her on a craze
She hit me up
The very next day like
Hayyyyyyyyy
I turn the mic Golden
With the slightest touch
I make these bunnies bust
But these tricks I never trust
Cuz they never have enough
Yeah akimbo with the blunts
Yeah I'll never sober up
Maybe moderate it some
But approaching death is fun
It's a rush
Be a dove
When I ask for it
Don't give me love
Yeah Keep it on the hush hush
When I pull up and out
That kitty in a drought
Right when I leave the house
Cats out the bag
You mad trash like grouch
Written in the stone
Ain't no word of mouth
Get in trouble with the law
Yo I'm headed down south
No doubt
No doubt
K9 bite Studio phantom
Blade like snipes vampire
Tantrum
All black Nike's inner raw Sanctum
F*ck the rules
Yeah I'm here to change them
F*ck the rules
Yeah Im here to change them
This the night shift
Graveyard when the light slip
Never righteous
Wake up
Wait up
Waiting for the crisis
To settle
With the rebels
But you spineless
This is timeless
Right up in her sinus
She lifeless
Running with the viscous
Young mallisous
Hide ya misses
Hide ya kids
Hide the witness
Do em dirty like the dishes
Have em wishin
They had wisdom
But they slippin
Had to cook em In the kitchen
Couldn't stand em
All that bitching
He be doin
Now his life is f*ckin ruined
We left his body in the sewer
Look
She give me brain
She like a tutor
Crooked stared
Lookin stupid
Who the f*ck is this dude
Attitude when I'm stomping
Through the room
Want his bride f*ck the groom
From the swamp lock lagoon
Silver spoon lookin dirty
When I scoop
All the Merch from the booth
This my turf
You can move
Bitch
Know it's my turn
Better pass the sticks
Better pass the sticks
Turn the gold all I do is spit
All I do is spit
All I do is spit