Lyrics:
hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class,
know we dont get tired
Taking the game by storm so dont be surprised
Since day one I always been the same
And Lil Mike G is my motherfuckin name
With so
why
FUCK YOU! that's my reply
Step back from the mike
Or I'm snatchin' your lives, right
[A-Plus]
Niggas be actin' like
They be rappin' tight, but they
You a dork (ooh), never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (woo, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup taste like
flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all
flippa is back
Now what it do, ya nigga candy cadalac
Now what it do, pump yo bracks its just to much playin'
I still rep for my lane, now what is y'all
sick but I'm the sickest one
I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one
I got 99 guns and I still ain't done
Until this day I wish that I could bring back
it crackin' I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe
Spit it for the city I love Chicago
Calico's buck, I love to bust
These niggas in love with the cameras and action
Throw blows like Mike
When I get up, Ima buy me a mansion
Ball hard like Mike
Wrapped up in
I mean, I don't even know where to start like.
It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then
Met her up town on dykeman
Aight then
BeatKing: Pop it on me ho
Bitch I need you, Bitch I need you
To pop it on me ho
Bring it back, Bring it back,
Bring it cye cye where you going
Bring that
Pink elephants and lemonade, dear Jessie
Hear the laughter running through the love parade
Candy kisses and a sunny day, dear Jessie
See the roses
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
the window you know this is lit
Baby I love you
You know that I love you
You know that Imma to stay
To the end
Hold up
God will bring you back to life
Aye
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops (off tops)
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce,
expeditiously,
Matter fact Soulja Boy,
Holla at them nephew.
You digg
Pronto, you know it how we ball
She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
do it do it
Of this chocolated coated candy
Do it do it do it
Baby do it for me
Chorus:
Baby i love (i love it)x2
When you work it back and forth x2
it crackin' I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe
Spit it for the city I love Chicago
Calico's buck, I love to bust
say she love my molly, so we can leave this party
And go back to my hotel, and don't stop for Hibachi
Don't stop in the lobby, I hope you massage me
I
out visa
Who Mike Jones yea that nigga none to the people
Who Mike Jones yea that nigga none to the people
Where is Mike Jones coming back so turn up
fall in love with me
I got my four fingers all up in the air
She back it up while I pull her by the hair
I had a long week I don't really care
Been
she want when we screwin'
I'm on point, I know what I'm doin'
Way too smart to act like I'm stupid
I get my advice from Mike Rubin
I'm not by
(And I brought)
(And I brought)
(And I brought, dreams)
(Dreams)
(Dreams)
(And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you)
(I love you)
(I
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