Lyrics:
this out
[verse 1]
Now here's this story about this fool
I knew from back in the day
His name was Mike, he used to kick raps around the way
I used
â??Dear Father in Heavenâ??.
The next day I was scheduled to begin this seminar on language. I'd been very struck by this prayer and I wanted to talk about
the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A.
the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A.
bowling for all my friends to take me out, what now
It's such a waste because all of my friends hate my guts
And now I think I'm fucked
Sorry I'm not fun,
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Try me might fight
Fuck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don’t like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
yeah pick one
Take a clip out, plug a new one back in
Shoot the gun like you're gonna die by 5 pins
Hit the pins like you're bowling in a real sin
Go
on the mike
(It's a bird!)
(It's a plane!)
No
I'm Su...Su...Super Rhymes
(Rhymes)
(Rhymes)
(Rhymes)...
It's the new thing, makes you want to swing
bowling pins in the lane dropping
She sliding down it like the playground
I'm firing rounds they tryna stay down
I'm wilding out like I'm on stage now
I
can't remember one better than this
Cut off his hands if he in on the lick
Work on my tan by the beach with a spliff
Cleaning the blood with the bleach
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
too froze like an icee
What?
Feel a little love like Mike see?
Wow
I wanna be on a white tee
Staring at palm trees
Dreams from the 90s
(Aye)
I wanna be
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
OG, Hold lean, really have shuff, See the water in the glass
They know noting wait for me to fuck, she wants to play bowling
But I want to fuck her
'm thor cause I'm having the might
I popped a bean and it's biting, mike
Beat up the beat like i'm tyson, i
Beat up the pussy like fight night
Beat up
bowling in a Range Rover
I'm feelin' so cold, Moncler coat
She fuck her summer up, playing with her nose
I fuck the summer up, hitting all my goals
Tryna
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
like Pippen I'm feeling like Mike
Combo hit honor it ain't no astonishment
Fuck an apartment we gotta get by
Won't catch me slipping ain't rolling
dikgomo a dia robala gae
Thats how my grandpa lost his riches
Boy I swear I'm on a mission not part of your competitions
Bowling then it rebound
It crossed
them like that anymore
Oh no
Oh no
There he is standing by the door
Hes so tall
So go over and say hi
I will will you shut up
Don't tell me to shut up
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
Sligga on the beat
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike
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