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Rookie of da Year

Mike Jones

1st Round Draft Picks

2003

Might catch Mag sippin a barre
When I'm in the club I put my hoood up like I'm fixin' my car
It's Magno

Hook x 2: (Mike Jones)
Y'all wanna be like Mag

Two twin glocks in the club like i'm Sam
Two twin shots and they hating like They pam
But i'm just doing me so i'll never Understand
Hop up in the spot

Nächstes Mal knacken wir die fünfzig
Denn meine Fans vertrauen mir
Die Platte wird vernünftig
Das Volk ist bereit, Gold ist nicht weit
Wer hätte mir vor paar

A strip club legend we fuck up the racks
Smoking the one this far from the two
Just made me a fifty just left from the booth
I can see through all the hate

I do this for family I do it for fans
For all of the ones who knew that I can
I do it for fans cause y'all is my fam
Not even the police can tell us

Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno
T-Fast right behind me in

niggas on the mic, we're the Wavy Twins
"Where the twins at?"
"Yeah, yeah"
"Where her friend at?"
"Yeah, yeah"
All right
Aye, when I'm walking in the club

Uno per i soldi, due per lo show
Tre per il beat di Shablo e Don Joe
Il disco è fuori come un balcone
I fan saltano in aria come F
Se fallisco basta

them bands on me
Niggas opps cause I'm getting hot I needa a fan on me
I wont never touch that thot I don't put my hands on it
She a bop I just the get

round choppa on me hold 50
OMB you know we stay litty
Lame nigga you is a fan
Cook wit the pots and the pans
Cleaning you niggaz no spam
Giving out jelly

pretending can't let this hoe think she winning yuh
Remember what she told me
This hoe she control me
Xan I might od (i might od yuh)
With my twin zack & cody

popping it
Hop in the Lamb, popping it
Copped a zip not a gram, popping it, woah
She feeling the Xans, popping it
Turn on the fan, probably
Got me some

drippin' on my pants
Water drippin' on the bands

How the hell can you tell me some you ain't got fans
Sorry, mama, I can't kiss ya
Unless you got a twin

started talking most days at 3:05
God why
Are you so sweet? Polite?
Sometimes even way too nice
Got long hair, a pretty smile
You're a fan of Harry Styles

Throwin My Money

R. Kelly

Throwin My Money

swag, cause it's just like mine
Siamese twins me and you, we two of a kind
Strip club is our playground
She playing on her monkey bar
Up and down like

twin flame she a bop
I cannot roommate no cuffing I'm locked
Talking on IG you bluffing you cop
Puffin on dead's who the fuck wanna shop
I'm just like

snub
You not gang you not in this club
You not gang you don't hang with us
Not my twin you don't know me
Hit the jumper like I'm Kobe
Get the cheddar not

Fans be on my ass in my comments tell me drop some music
I don't want no naked pictures you post only fans that's not amusing
Ion know how you niggas

forgive me for my sins
Checkin' in like an Inn
Fuck her real good
Like I'm fresh up out the pin
I ride through the hood like my nickname was twin
A country

Racks inside my pocket
That's what I need all these bands for
I'm turning up fasho
I got these haters in my fan club
But if you get too close
I might

'cause I ain't had enough
I be with the gang, Toman, throw it up
If she is a fan have her meet me at the club
We don't fuck with fake shit, opp shit, stay

You just a fan
Walk in the club with cruel intentions stealin your man
Come with that beef I keep a heater give her a tan
Slow yo role sip you some

fucking club
You think you really racked but you can't fuck with us
Pistol in my pants all times, no one I fucking trust
You getting passed, I'm in that SRT

Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

now (uh, uh, uh)

Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin'