Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks & Tris J
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks & Casey Veggies & Mac Miller
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks & Tris J & Shorty K
Sir Michael Rocks & Mano
Sir Michael Rocks & Rockie Fresh
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks & Tris J & Casey Veggies
[Intro]
Bali
Bust bust down down
Bust aha down
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I told her to bust some, cut some
I’m on the list, bitch, Mikey Rocks plus somethin'
Hopping out the Bimmer like a fuckin’ politician
On the floor of the arena cause I got bad vision
Put in my prescription in the lenses of the 'Yays
When my bag get to jukin' like her ass when the music finna play
Biggest spenders couldn’t spend it in a day
Man I’m swaggin’ on Bobby prolly make ‘em want to rob me but
I’m the black JFK
In the club with the clique, I’m straight, I’m great
We poppin’ Zan, sippin’ Remi and we stay up late
And if them girls try to fuck me I’mma say okay
Benzes, Audi's, Spyders, thankful my entire
Life I’ve been a real nigga, I will 'til I expire
Tell the truth, turn the devil to a liar
You ain’t never seen a nigga get flyer
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
I met a bad bitch say she do porn
In the winter goin’ somewhere it’s warm
I'm at the dealership filling out forms
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What my man say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What my niggas say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What them girls say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
What we all say?
If it ain’t foreign it’s borin’
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
What's the blessing, my Jesus, just got back from Ibiza
Man, I been crackin’ them cards, oh I’ve been crackin’ them Visas
Been gettin' cash from the features, my cousin traffickin’ reefer
Be doin’ 20 a month, I think they tapped the receiver
Cause I be hearin’ them clicks and his phone be actin’ funny
I just seen him on Sunday with a bag full of entrees
And we deep when the money come we eat
It’s 3 freaks wet her pussy like deep sea
I’m divin’ in, I’m divin’ in, I hope that you don’t got a man
I’m liver than, my feet up on that ottoman, I’m chillin’
Gettin' high to the ceiling, coming down – now we gotta land
And if we comparin' asses to cars then she got a van
I’m ridin’ through the land, Cris in the other hand
Got flicked by the boys and got outta that jam
So I guess it was a good day
Listen up to what the hook say
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Sir Michael Rocks released If It Ain’t Foreign on Sun Jul 01 2012.