Lyrics:
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners
signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers
A click full of back breakers and more in a Studebaker
The Mo City don, I wave a truck like
Yo what up, this is ya boy Mo Mikes the city
And I'm team up with my Amsterdam boys
Sjp, Gallante, it's the official take over
If you ain't two
Yo what up, this is ya boy Mo Mikes the city
And I'm team up with my Amsterdam boys
Sjp, Gallante, it's the official take over
If you ain't two
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
Te'nash'i'on
Doing the” 69'wit tekashi babymom
Born in 84'imma 80s baby
This c “DopeBoySong
Fuk ya War on drugs ' free all my niggas” up north
like Oliver
heart is swole, frozen
got any chill?
No Baby
Stone cold, crazy
So Sub Zero,
Can’t you see what I’m sayin?
read my lips.. ay
Fuck You
on a peninsula baby
Not an island, a peninsula
An island is completely surrounded by water
And a peninsula is almost all the way surrounded by water
Haha, we do it
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
enjoy it did I allow life to gon and
P-Pass me by
Was I even happy when I was sober or did I have to be high
Smoke mo than four blunts a day and folks
H'riiiiight? H'right
(Can't burn a bridge just to light my way)
Hehehe easy bro - yeah
(Lotta Glenfiddich on the flights I'm takin')
Don't throw the baby out
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Want to be a baller shot
it
His mother screams "My baby" and prays in church
Coons are gullable that preachers gettin paid to work
It's easier for us too we know where
dressed alike, and wore the shirts with "Hers" and "His"
When the judge gave you time, baby swore she'd ride
By your side, just you and her, Bonnie
the best
I NEED 4 MO 0's, I won't settle for less
I'm the shit like your son just sat on the potty
When I get rich, I'ma probably get Roddy
I don't play
fill it with a flow
Tryna run through that B, get left by the pole tho
Cappin' that, yeah, but that nigga just told her
Rappin' that, heppin' that,
to lane
[Al-D]
Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang
Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the fuck is the rain
Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing
plenty mo' to do dog, that's true y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you thought
Yellow green red white blue, and my new jaw
Check out
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
start cryin?the fuckin?blues. baby,
What would you do when you gott
E your life surrounded by so much madness. be the madman, I am the pscycho, you may
Be
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
pockets filled wit blue blue
Baby that's Mo
The rest is from my grandad
Just thankful that i had that
Wear his ring up on my finger for the love that i
start cryin?the fuckin?blues. baby,
what would you do when you gott
E your life surrounded by so much madness.
be the madman, i am the pscycho, you may
be
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