Baby, village man in the mix, okay
I'm in the birds, in the skies, in the palms by a tree
Picture me, probably skiing on my sleaze
In the sleet, then delete, cause I'm out collecting fees
On the east, then repeat, money counter always jamming with the green
M.O.B., and she probably smelled the ganja on my sleeve
Call me Mr. Worldwide, I need a Grammy before I leave
With a bad bitch, doing Auntie Annie's in my sheet
How the f*ck the whip matte, but the candy on the seats
How to f*ck do this gas, taste like candy when I breathe
Jungle man, Jaguar, I see it prowling in the street
And my cat got a little bit of mileage, but it's clean
And my ho got a little bit of mileage, but it's me
The village king, tryna make a walkway for the streets
Make a beat, you can see the game changing before I leave
And other things, amphetamines, nigga
They seen a feline pulling up, them bitches leave with him
And with this big ass chop blood splatter on your dream catcher
Nigga, you ain't never played third strike on a dream caster
I hit the pop so many damn times, I'm a drink master
Village man mob, I'm the jungle book remaster
And this ho tryna tell me what she already know
I told her, baby, just relax, that's how the prophecy go
Cause she was rocking with the village when the island was home
So that mean before I made it, then I actually spoke it, nigga
Village man in the..
Village Man - MR.WORLDWIDE Lyrics
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Baby, village man in the mix, okay
I'm in the birds, in the skies, in the palms by a tree
Picture me, probably skiing on my sleaze
In the sleet, then delete, cause I'm out collecting fees
On the east, then repeat, money counter always jamming with the green
M.O.B., and she probably smelled the ganja on my sleeve
Call me Mr. Worldwide, I need a Grammy before I leave
With a bad bitch, doing Auntie Annie's in my sheet
How the f*ck the whip matte, but the candy on the seats
How to f*ck do this gas, taste like candy when I breathe
Jungle man, Jaguar, I see it prowling in the street
And my cat got a little bit of mileage, but it's clean
And my ho got a little bit of mileage, but it's me
The village king, tryna make a walkway for the streets
Make a beat, you can see the game changing before I leave
And other things, amphetamines, nigga
They seen a feline pulling up, them bitches leave with him
And with this big ass chop blood splatter on your dream catcher
Nigga, you ain't never played third strike on a dream caster
I hit the pop so many damn times, I'm a drink master
Village man mob, I'm the jungle book remaster
And this ho tryna tell me what she already know
I told her, baby, just relax, that's how the prophecy go
Cause she was rocking with the village when the island was home
So that mean before I made it, then I actually spoke it, nigga
Village man in the..
I'm in the birds, in the skies, in the palms by a tree
Picture me, probably skiing on my sleaze
In the sleet, then delete, cause I'm out collecting fees
On the east, then repeat, money counter always jamming with the green
M.O.B., and she probably smelled the ganja on my sleeve
Call me Mr. Worldwide, I need a Grammy before I leave
With a bad bitch, doing Auntie Annie's in my sheet
How the f*ck the whip matte, but the candy on the seats
How to f*ck do this gas, taste like candy when I breathe
Jungle man, Jaguar, I see it prowling in the street
And my cat got a little bit of mileage, but it's clean
And my ho got a little bit of mileage, but it's me
The village king, tryna make a walkway for the streets
Make a beat, you can see the game changing before I leave
And other things, amphetamines, nigga
They seen a feline pulling up, them bitches leave with him
And with this big ass chop blood splatter on your dream catcher
Nigga, you ain't never played third strike on a dream caster
I hit the pop so many damn times, I'm a drink master
Village man mob, I'm the jungle book remaster
And this ho tryna tell me what she already know
I told her, baby, just relax, that's how the prophecy go
Cause she was rocking with the village when the island was home
So that mean before I made it, then I actually spoke it, nigga
Village man in the..
Writer: J Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid