Mightjuss

[Pre-Chorus: Lancey Foux] Yeah, uh, all leather the Chrome Heart biker Got suede in the back of the Taycan, got racks in the city like Tyga South Africa, feel like I'm Mandela, but the diamonds are wet like Tyla She back it up, want me to dive in it, it's deep, I can swim, I might just [Chorus: Lancey Foux] I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I— [Verse 1: Lancey Foux] Uh, Simon Cowell, turn a baddie to a star She wanna give me the X Factor Voice from Brixton, body from Accra Bare battery, let me put it in charge Push your legs back like your biking a par Push your legs back like your parking a bike (Uh) Every gyal ah drop when I push in the dancе Every gyal here is a gyal I likе (Uh) Talk about preference, hm? What type? Darkskin, brownskin, give me all vibes Give me me habibi, dem waan Dubai Ah, seh mi godsent, den give me the light Twenty five tings wanna box, no fight Kung Fu, Kung Pao chicken and rice Every race wanna chase but I'm too fast Wasn't gonna do it, but I think I might just (Yeah) [Pre-Chorus: Lancey Foux] All leather the Chrome Heart biker Got suede in the back of the Taycan, got racks in the city like Tyga South African, feel like I'm Mandela, but the diamonds are wet like Tyla She back it up, want me to dive in it, it's deep, I can swim, I might just [Chorus: Lancey Foux, Finessekid] I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just (Mm, uh-huh), I might just (Uh-huh), I— (Uh-huh, hm) [Verse 2: Finessekid] Your girl's on me, so I might just tek 'way your bird like Elon Musk (Give me that, give me that) I might just get her whatever she wants if she eats me up and she leaves no crumbs (Uh-huh) How greedy? She's eating me up How greedy? She ain't making a fuss (Give me that, give me that, eugh) How needy? Now she's asking for love, huh, uh-huh (Tek that, tek that, tek that, eugh) Tell the label my phone's on DND, I'm done talking like I'm Kojo Funds (Uh-huh) Doing music for years and no one giving a fuck, huh, I don't know dem ones, huh (I don't know, slow down, B) They said I'm the chosen one, huh, they said I'm the only one Can't clone me, like Obi-Wan Kenobi, huh, you know them ones (Uh-huh) Won't see me on TikTok on a funny man ting doing Get Ready With Me (Slow down, B) Catch me on telly shouting my killys, like come get readies with me (Brr, brr) Wardrobes cost more than the deals they're offering, I do not know why they're bothering (Uh-huh) I might just pass her to bro when I'm done, real team player, I am not hogging it (Give me that, give me that, eugh) [Chorus: Lancey Foux] I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I might I might just, I might just, I might just, I— [Outro] (It's GW, baby) (X10)