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Mikey Bank$
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Yeah, movies, Get the bag You ready nigga Wake the f*ck up nigga Bugging the f*ck out Nigga, we need at least 2 M's Its no way I'm leaving There with nothing nigga And you better straighten The f*ck up nigga And get ya act right, by the time we Get there you gon f*ck around Make us get bumped I Aint wit none of that shit And they gon have to Take me alive nigga, band game She just wann licc on me spit on me Im getting this breesh She fell in love wit the dic from me Baby eat it up I know these niggaz sick ah me Nd ion care bout what you telling me Unless you got some bread for me Or i cook it up myself I got the recipe Closed lips round them cops Shhh, we dont never speak And they dont never catch up We reach a different speed Get my breesh up Until i make my sneakers bleed Kill the beat until the speakers bleed Bad bitch she like her titty squeezed In the whip in the driveway She Giving me bop In the baccseat Cuzz she live at home wit her pops And still know when to pop Ah that my bad lil bitch And she be holdin the Glock And she walk real slow And she be smoking a lot I got the tints on my shades So you dont know when im high And Dont try nun boy, I hope you Know you could die Got 9's falling out the bird nest We letting it fly My bro pulled up to the block And said he ended a life So he gon be a blunt By the end of night He said the bullets burned his chest Like Henny nd sprite Not turning ova beef We Just letting it fry The dic brown but she suck Until she getting it white Yall keyboard broke niggaz Really never the type Nd my niggaz dont dance If its static we slide Boogie woogie, uhh He just got 3 shots in hoody hoody And these bitches love me I like em thicc But my New bitch slim goodie Slim hips but fat puss shit gushy She just wann licc on me spit on me Im getting this breesh She fell in love wit the dic from me Baby eat it up I know these niggaz sick ah me Nd ion care bout what you telling me Unless you got some bread for me Or i cook it up myself I got the recipe Closed lips round them cops Shhh, we dont never speak And they dont never catch up We reach a different speed I fuckn told you nigga I fuckn told you nigga F*ck is you talking bout we outta here nigga We up nigga, straight outta here You know my first stop The mutha fuckn bank We outta here nigga You know the vibes Told ya lil stupid ass nigga Thats what I'm talking bout
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