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Mike

Phillip Michael Gerard (aka Mike) is a character in the TV series Twin Peaks, portrayed by Al Strobel. more »

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He want a what for the what? Ah shit, for surely (come on)
Bitch knowin' not to hit my mup when it's early
Had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently
Tell your nigga go return them jeans back 'cause it hurt to see
I been steppin' so long, developed plantar fasciitis 
She was playin' with that pussy way back then, now I can buy it
Havin' motion, these niggas Tyrone turned to uh-uh, I don't like it
You got your stick, I got my stick, let's see who shit really strikin'
You ain't never pulled a K in broad day, my shit not for you
Got a lil' bag and seen exactly what that guap'll do
Shut the f*ck up and mind your business do a lot for you
Real mob boss, feet up, watchin' the product move
Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all the ass
I'ma make like fifty off the and I'm fallin' back
That's all I need, 'cause the rest comin' all from rap
Thirty thousand Percocet in a skull head way across the map

Stop what you doin', you know God don't spare the wicked
The only thing I can do when I make it is go spend it
On the 38th floor with some top notch bitches
High rollin' high roller, young ass nigga
When she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself
I don't know what got into me lately, bitch, but I ain't callin' you back
Hit the road for 90 days, just me and A GORE-TEX jacket
With a flip-phone I got, I'm probably runnin' pros off that
I'm on Collins Ave lookin' for a bad bitch
Dawg, if a nigga approach me wrong, he gettin' his ass whipped
30 ball, can't be havin' niggas dawg playin' with me
I been puttin' her up on all, all puttin' her up on fly shit

My lil' heart runnin' outta love in this shit
I just pick a part, throw the biggest nug in the spliff
I was in the dark 'til I found a plug, got a glimpse
I'm a indie artist, still be throwin' ones in the wind
I was in the car, and you brought a what in the whip?
I ain't finna spark, I'll see the cuz in a bih
We was in the park, and I had the thugs in the VIP
We be spinnin' far, you don't want me come where you live

Too cold, water runnin' fast
Could crashed if we wanted, do the math
The hood pass that they covet come with time
Three-point stance, toe on the line
I ain't jump when they hollered out
Your pulse bump up when I'm around, why is that?
I'm rushin' to different cities on the map
No bullshit, I'm speedin' in a Sonic bag
Whole world sick, I'm not a hypochondriac
Twirl and spin, dirty dance, never off axis
Talkin' to the turf, it be talkin' back
You got a bad referral, so you lost your access
Really on call, on demand
Face on the wall, I'm a wanted man
Wait, hold that thought 'less you talkin' cash
Based on the box score, we won again (bitch)

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