Lyrics:
gal, wanna sit on my lap
No BBL, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin' every bitch'll pop?
It's not a whole lot
:
Thank you
DEXTER:
Drink up, chap.
Ah, please don't eat that glass, my friend.
Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche.
MIKE:
No!
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
of the bargain just means
That the cards were dealt to my favor, you know
Girl, you know it's true
Mike D is in love with you
Yeah, I remember the first
higher (push)
My momma said "Girl, u know it ain't cool, (get on ...)
said ya don't wanna play by nobody's rules"
I said "Momma chill out, (push)
and give
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
It's Beanie Mike AKA the fucking chosen one
Didn't know I had it like this let me show you something
I did it by myself I know I don't owe you nothing
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
club got you angered with your frequent
Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya' sequins
Might as well shop at Victoria's Secret
Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love
love you, Deborah
I don't even gotta say your full name, you are a goddess
Nicole Pastine (and of course the homie Xavier)
Rapping is my passion, I
the greatest on the, mic
I'll be the greatest on the, mic
Who the greatest? Mike
Who the greatest? Mike
You ain't got a punchers chance in the ring with me
caught out there
With all of those women, no
But I need, I need you to show me your love
(Show me)
Show me
Show me
Show me
Show me
It don't
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
promoter, every show promoter, out there
Shout to my big homie Neil, much love to you homie thank you! (Christopher Adams)
Much obliged, much appreciated,
it
In a A town fitted while I count my digits
Gone for a minute
I'm back in the lab
Ice on the floor just delivered a slab
Show you the path come get
mine" (she know that)
She drop him off, he call Mike like, "Nigga game time (round one, nigga)
You lost a bet, fuck tomorrow, send my change now, nigga"
Phillies
To raising Lilys, for really
But you know my steez
Watching Jeopardy while I smoke my trees
I met Mike Be in the year '03
And if I ran for president
were dealt in my favor, you know?
(HORNS)
(PIANA')
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you)
You know I remember, the first time I saw you
ring and
They say I move like him?
In battle rap you mic'd in
But how you Mike and
I'm the one that tie my shoes like him?
Every clip a comma
Period I
caught out there
With all of those women, no
But I need, I need you to show me your love
(Show me)
Show me
Show me
Show me
Show me
It don't
on to Mike's (45) for a few
Where anyone can see my new celebrity is you
We'll find Minerva Pius (46)
Frederick Delius (47) helmut Zacharias (48)
At a table for
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