Lyrics:
Call me Mike Holmes when I flip the decor
I am a scholar
But act like a whore
Hit 'em up top with the 69
Ultimate in the quad with my bros
I'm fine
Spend
down Holmes
You like Mike I'm like Mike Brown
I'm the coach in this fucking town
One mistake I call a timeout
Fourth quarter I bring Fox and the Hound
chal ey band Kar
Shutdown Karey jaise kingfisher flight
Faltu main na leta fight
Hua rada toh main tight hoke pitu Jaise Tyson Mike
Tu toh knockout Jaise
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
One, two
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song
Out to my main homey, Mike D
A'ight, let's kick it
Ready go
Get on the mic, get get
Yo, Don Richie bring a couple bad bitches
When you bring the weed is like a bank, the 'mount a branches me see
Larry Holmes, Lennox Lewis, Muhammad Ali,
Yeah, Rap City Tha Basement
Big Tig', Tony Touch, Killer Mike, Big Boi
Aquemini Records you ready?
Yeah alright, yeah
You ain't no friend of mine
to stand by
Until that Mike Myers sit up and pick up the knife again?
It's time for your shine to end
'Cause I'm bring the darkness times ten
I really don't
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
And I'm in love with Mike Amiri, plus the snake up on my collar
And I'm in love with Russian Cream, pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka
I fell in love with
Mike WiLL Made-It
Eardrummers
Yeah, huh, eh huh, yeah
Man fuck all that hoe shit my nigga, just want me some muthafuckin' money mane, I swear
speech
Nothing but jewels holmes
I go 0-100 in no time
Your whole hopes hung on a co-sign, not me
I'm young Mike, swing and it land hard
I'm dumb
Performin surgery, fighting for your life
You nice with them hand and you're fighting
Like you Mike well I'm fighting with
The pipe, 44 Dirty Harry turn bull
a room
With the doctor that killed Mike
I feel like
Put me in a field let the field lights
Shine on the field now watch me
Kill all the field mice
I'm
the greatest (woo), on the beat who ever did it
Mike WiLL the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics
I'm somewhat outlandish they say
You say we're cut
Yeah
Hey Zay
Young Jefe Holmes
Woke up got another shot at life, what you feelin' like?
Broke and then got that money right, what you feelin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mally Mall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, hoe
What's in this mug? Toasted up, no
Larry Holmes (why?)
And call the spatula Mike 'cause it beat the pot (beat it)
Get you a bag on your own, never let nobody see you're knot (never)
Here’s a little story that I think you’ll like
It’s not about Shaq or Iron Mike
So buckle your seat belts it’s gonna get choppy
And listen
got that Chicano gangster flow
Fuck the rest holmes, I'm Bad like Mike
Potent like twenty kilos of un-cut light
[Chorus]
I got your barrio dope, got
got that Chicano gangster flow
Fuck the rest holmes, I'm Bad like Mike
Potent like twenty kilos of un-cut light
[Chorus]
I got your barrio dope, got
Yeah, German Dream
Freezy, MBeezy (ah)
3D three
Holmes, du hast kein Money, du bist broke, Mois (yeah, ah)
Eko Fresh und ich, wir fahren
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
perfected my structure
Writ a mixtape, I'm ahead like your skull is
Quick 'em with pace
Some are left where the gun is
Sky-high ain't above this
Mike Myers
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