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So we scatter to nearest liquor store
And leave it for our livers to absorb
The pain we pour by the pint or the quart
Skipping court in the morning
cup
I gotta get a grip
I got shit that need fixing
Like making decisions that benefit me
Put me in a position
He fueled by the liquor
The animal in me
didn't want to have sex with me
Cause she already know I'm the boss
Blindin' by the ice on my wrist and the cross
Rollin on 4's every time I floss
AK by my
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
me
Living the dream cash rules everything around me
Back in the day use to call Mike Jones
Now i'm chatting it up with known rapper's that I use
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
die in real life
Don't play me
AR-15's, I can show you shit in HD
Real street nigga
Look both ways before you cross me
Slimy, rugrat, dinosaur, repty
I'm the cnswer why we talking practice
In Hollywood fucking on an actress
Get the money, stuff it in a mattress
Count it forwards, sideways,
bags too
I think you should know you can get wacked too
Pinkie ring splash like a swimmin' pool
King Pluto, might as well nail me to the cross
All I
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)
Put a crown on your head and remove
I'm on that Molly tripping(Yeah)
Nigga jaw crooked(UH)
Liquor in my system big choppa imma cook em'(Cook em')
Pussy hiding from me(Uh)
Know we out here
liquor in your cup
Fucking you up
Hang over the banister
You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain
Ain't no love, you only love
Nightmare, I got a hundred bricks, a white square
Black ski mask with a chopper by the nightstand
Taliban, got a hundred grand in each bag
Make the wrong move
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
Rattpack, lil' mo')
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
Throw a subliminal, put your women in black dress
They was in Timberlands I was reppin' them Nike boots
me to the paper like inside of a pencil
Came from the trenches, and now I hold a mic (Mike) like Pence's, neck on Jan. 6th like it was a rigged
he took it all
If I see him in the mall yea there's finna be a brawl
Next time I cross ya I'll cross you like Killian
4L Gang reppin baptize you again
this and you know it so well
I want to get back and never ever have to leave these rails
There is so much left that I have to say to you
Rev. Mike “The
(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL-
Mike WiLL Made-It)
We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan
And I just put some cheese
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
the benz cross county for some guap, plenty za, my lung is limitless
Mix exotic with gin and tonic, yo top 10 in my optics
Hen and hpnotiq, that hulk, taught
the water Mike Phelps
Sipping the liquor top shelf (Yeah)
We gonna certify step
You heard that running now
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