Lyrics:
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Called him that 'cause he rode a bike
Rode all the way from Guatemala
Haulin' shwag just to make a dollar
Tall
and roll
(Hit you with the)
Hit you with the sickest flows, pick and roll
(So pass that, show me where the cash at)
Ayo I came to set this
Get in the club
MIKE
STAND UP AND LEAVE
FOLLOW DIRECTIONS TO THE FAR EAST DOOR
THEN WALK ALONG
THE WALL WHERE FORTUNE MAY BE FOUND BY THE
ONES WHO PAINT WITH BLUE
saw,
I've been so long away,
But me mother will introduce them all
And this to me will say:
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy,
And here's
meddling
But ever since I can remember it's been mike mo versus everybody
My family fueled by the feud we been fooled by a few
That stood by us in the fire
plays on coliseum, Im a trojan
(Im a trojan)
Yo bitch been in my DM's I didn't notice
(I didn't no) sippin' by myself
This a thousand dollar soda
'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
ferocious
My nigga in the 60s, he be rollin'
My young bitch, she be rollin'
Chrome 800, gotta grip it like I'm bowling
I'm sad Bradford in Minnesota
Yeah yeah
It's that Funkshway shit
It's the return of the muthafuckin'
That Funkshway shit
Aye
Mike Mike on the beats
Mellow on the mic
I can write
Nigga hit'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
[E A Ski]
I've been known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's
Hit ya block up, Leave
and act right
I'm fat but I dress nice and bitches finesse Mike
They suck the dick and squeeze on my belly like bagpipes
I slap and I suck clits, I
I'm feeling like mike on my Billie Jean
Know that my momma is proud of me
Told her to beat it I know she ain't wanna leave
Why she keep trippin I
yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky...
Ay yo I got a resolution
This year I'm playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling
the bowling alley
Two blocks from the supermarket
One more block to the south
Of Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
Dick's Automotive
-Big Mike how you livin
Big Mike
I've been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin crack like cards, to these burnt out dope
Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike
See what you've done
I don't know who you are
I don't know where you are
But you may want to start changing your ways
a brand new bitch
Got nina by my side that's a brand new dick
AP bust down that's a brand new wrist
Get back, touchdown, bitch I feel like Mike Vick
So wet,
Ay Mike Mike, listen man you gone go through some stuff
I'm telling you gone lose some people along the way
I'm talking bout some days you gone wake
(Bust Down)
Yo what's up ice mike
(mike)
What's up? I'm chillin recording, watching these bitches
(bust down)
What's up cody
(cody)
make the next guy look like an actor.
So the mandam wail like they matter, when I touch mike I see the man scatter,
And they wanna talk big, but when
it, ayy
Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy
Very limited, ayy
Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy
I'm that nigga that be hittin' it, ayy
Mike
pain
When you gotta move out
Your own ends will get killed by another gang
Since the day I'm born, this is all I know
Been through chasing bones
Singin'
bottle down
And he grabbed me by my hair
[Chorus]
He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he lay
Then he pined my hands above my head
And I
want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah.
I been killing shit I see why niggas dont like me
Niggas playing knock his ass out Mike Tyson
All them
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