Lyrics:
in 03's
Used to get you up when you down and can't focus
Now you over me
Fuckin' over me
This shit feels soo wrong
We were close like mike and G
I be outside repping the H (H-Gang)
That's on gang no fakes (no fakes)
Hennessey with no brakes (no brakes)
Got it we like a lake (like a lake)
Three
Yeah
I got what you need, i got-i got what you need ohhh
Molly, Hennessey molly and it's mixed with hennessey ohh
Feel it in her spleen, said she
the whole FTK
You know, Mr. Mike Love, Bulumaster, what up!
Can't forget, Veedaugh, DJ Pharus, Coops, DJ Timbuktu
K-scratch, The Base Man, Boogie Boy
Dj
Keepin' it real
I take a shot of Hennessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls
If so, you would've tried
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey
Got
Mike Willy, Zaydiggy
It's Gucci
Burr
Go
I get so much cash in Vegas, I feel like I'm Elvis (wow)
I just bought a new Ferrari, it came with
featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott Mocha
[Missy]
I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey
I know I make y'all sick with
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
nobody what you do, only me and you
Smooth operator, girl I play it cool
Mike Amiri be the jeans, but I'm stayin' true
Hopped up in the coupe, what you
Got that Hennessey, pull up to the function, yeah, this shit in my hand now
Told boy take a seat, it's time for that luncheon, eat this shit like
but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type
but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennessey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type
than before
When I was shooting up doors in Baltimore, try'na score
Nappy born hustla, the Hennessey guzala
I been a-black-a-mothafucka
Don't make me
on, points like unicorns, fuming in uniforms
What you wanna do with me, just sue me homes
Yea Half Mike half Nike, handle got grip
Got monkey's out
like mike I'm simply just Dwight Arington Myers
Got a grip like pliers keep my name of the wires cause my crew is high flyers
And I got more ice
my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro
uniforms
What you wanna do with me, just sue me homes
Yea Half Mike half Nike, handle got grip
Got monkey's out here ready to flip
We pull a stunt, grab
lessons
Haunted by these visions
Wishing they would all go listen
Keep that trap shut, ayo Mike!
So much bad luck, I'm like, "Why?"
All these setbacks, I'm
Mike Amiri
It's in my jeans please don't run up near me
Put you up in the stars you ain't never landing
It's all in ya face yea you looking scary
I came
poppin!
Why you want to player hate on me?
Is it the big truck sittin' up on mike Jordans...that's 23's
With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
Or is
playa hate on meeeeeee?
Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans, that's 23's
With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
Or is it the Caprice sittin'
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
magnum got 357 calibers
To bust a suckaz melon like Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin
With an adamantium skeleton like
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