Kanye West – Mr. Miyagi

Lyrics: Mr. Miyagi by Kanye West

[Intro: Future & Playboi Carti]
What up (Pluto the G.O.A.T.)
Yeah (Goin’ dummy on these hoes)
Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Hey miss, I’m Mr. Miyagi
I’ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi’
Don’t text me in the mornin’, bae, I’m groggy
Text me, no FaceTime, I’m too groggy
[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Yeah-yeah, if I dig in my bag, it’s an M (Yeah, yeah)
‘Bout to put a lil’ bitch on a film (Yeah, yeah, what?)
I done took off in air, I can’t see him (Yeah, yeah)
Bound to geeking before the codeine (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Know the chief, I’m ahead of my time (Yeah, yeah)
Got Chanel coat and then bought a nine (Yeah, yeah)
Keepin’ up with me, one of a kind (Yeah, yeah)
Real ones know me from time

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
She say, “Tuck it in,” fuck it then
You gon’ have to tuck it in (What?)
You gon’ wear the boots up, B
I can’t suffer, you’s a thief
I’m like, “Not them ankle boots
I need the ones up to the knee”
I don’t fuck with niggas’ tweets
I don’t need the therapy (Ah)
Bump-bump, I get money, uh, I don’t bump-bi-di-bump-bump (Huh?)
I don’t wanna fall, for my troop, I go won-won (Ah-ah)
We gon’ run it up, run it up, I’m goin’ dumb-dumb
They need to go uh, ‘fore I bump, bump them
I get to hop on the mine, fell in love for the night (Mine, night)
You don’t say what you want, what is you doing right? (Want, right)
That’s up for the mind, now I’m down for the mood (Huh, mood)
Act out for a move, going south on you, no? (Huh, oh)
[Chorus: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
Hey miss, I’m Mr. Miyagi (Miyagi)
I’ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi’ (Oh)
Don’t text me in the mornin’, bae, I’m groggy (Woah)
Text me, no FaceTime, I’m too groggy (Woah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
If I dig in my bag, it’s an M (Yeah, yeah)
Had to put a lil’ bitch on a film (Yeah, yeah)
I done took off in air, I can’t see him (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bound to geeking before the codeine (Yeah, yeah)
Know the chief, I’m ahead of my time (Yeah, yeah)
Got Chanel coat and then bought a nine (Yeah, yeah)
Keepin’ up with me, one of a kind (Yeah, yeah)
Real ones know me from time (Ahh)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Future]
Rockstar stunts the navy jean jacket ho, bitch
I might take a jet to Calabasas just to fuck my old bitch (Woah)
Push up on an opp, be on that dumb shit
Homixide in the box, yeah, they on dumb shit
I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up (Woah)
I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up