Misty Lyrics

True story I had a mixed pastor

Assistant named Alicia a little bit blacker

She led the youth group to connect like bluetooth

She said Matthew scoot scoot, look

White people were our masters so be careful where they

Lead ya and what they feed ya

Now that was very good advice from some woman in the church

Where I'm from take a life pull up kill em' n we skirt

Pray for sun in the light cause we living in the dirt

Have some fun with your wife leave my children on her shirt

Till she squirt, Apologies if it's graphic

Supremacy's a linebacker hard to get past it, told my

Niggas raise the crime faster time to get drastic

I thought about pimping but could never choke a girl

See I and Martin spoke and he said he wish he smoked

Em' And Malcom didn't die but Misty Copeland had to twirl

So won't you dance for me little Misty

Weed coke zans and grams they go quickly

Got no man your plan to get tipsy

Throw our hands then jam we miss Nipsey

Won't you dance for me little Misty

Hips your glance them pants they transfix me

Fuck fo' bands the plan's to land fifty

Throw your hands then jam you miss Nipsey

If you a blood or a crip, you my cuz you my Jit

From the club to the strip, we gon' fuck with this shit

You a blood you a crip, you my cuz you my Jit

From the club to the strip, we gon' fuck with this shit

We gon fuck with this shit for my niggas getting doe

Bitches drop it low for them niggas from the Roe

You my cuz you my Jit, We gon' fuck with this shit

We gon fuck with this shit, We gon fuck with this shit

She gon' dance for me

She gon' dance for me