Misty Songtext
von Venna

Yo

The quick witty, slick drippy
Hip with the city kids
Silly rich ain′t he?
Can try you for 50 quid
Lit his spliff, can he live?
Chicks tryna give me pickney
Risky, risky, my eyes on misty

The lengths I would go in
Protectin' my soul knows no bounds
Dents in the road shook the whole crowd
I got a stone foundation and a stone house
So if it goes down, the shit′s floodin' in
Then I won't drown


They low down, doin′ shit I′ve grown out of
No doubt, I raw sixth floor, Alpha Houser
Always 'round about
I had a pull down my trouser leg
Only for if man them move awkwardly
When I′m out the ends
But that depends
I'm tryna blow your back as friends
Off again, smash again
That′s your friend? Accident

Actions tend to cause a reaction
'Cause I′m passionate
They ain't tryna ration it
Layin' in the gas they lit
Trained to be passive in the passa
Man are pacifist
But pack a fist punch
Knuckle sandwich and a bag of chips

Praised as a myth
Young legend and the catalyst
But know that who they brand
Could be the baddest
But ain′t matchin′ with the


The quick witty, slick drippy
Hip with the city kids
Silly rich, ain't he?
Can try you for fifty quid
Lit his spliff, can he live?
Chicks tryna give me pickney
Risky, risky, my eyes on misty

The quick witty, slick drippy
Hip with the city kids
Silly rich, ain′t he?
Can try you for 50 quid
Lit his spliff, can he live?
Chicks tryna give me pickney
Risky, risky, my eyes on misty

Ooh, oh-do-do-do
Yeah, oh-oh
Hey, hey, oh
Ooh-ooh
Oh-oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, uh

They say his flow butter
Play it all summer
Snap a picture with your sister
Have you sayin', "Oh, brother"
His wrist gold bling
What, this old thing?
Trench coat to hide his waist
Incase the tip pokin′

Fred Flintstone
Wherever he been stones fling
In the dark like a glass house or window tints
He best float, all he know is sink or swim
Grab it from the middleman
And I ain't seen both since
He leaves no prints
But leaves with the princesses
Big chests, pink dresses
We ain′t speakin' ingles

Nights out in west
FaceTime me on the speakerphone
I don't like to speak with man around me
But to each their own
I reach the zone
They crowd around me like they Jesus home
Walkin′ on the waves, tauntin′ all they face
Had my portion in the pain

Now the "Pagne" we got have "Cham's" in it
Still in this game
Because I stay mindin′ my damn business
Knucks

Ooh, hey, ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh