Lyrics:
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
they use a strap-on
Then they not dykes
(Whoa oh oh) They ain't about that life
They ain't about that life
(Whoa oh oh) We hangin' out the window:
It's
The ones that be hating on niggas, they ain’t gone make it far
She sent a pic of her shaking that booty, I damn near baped the car
Attitude rude
in with no motion
They ain't fucking with my vibe, then that's my condolences
Thank they caught me by surprise, I barely even notice it
All that
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don't you just scream and shout it
Hell all up in Hollywood
Sayin' that you got it good
Creepin' from a dusty hole
Too bad, too bad about it
Why don't you just scream and shout it
Hell all up in Hollywood
Sayin' that you got it good
Creepin' from a dusty hole
later he's out on the rash
Been given his last right by a priest
It's the third time Mike's been declared deceased
Mike Balls just died this morning
Brag, to your grandkids about how life is golden
So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib
Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did
like Tupac
I know. It's just me though
That's where I get the "Mike-Spazz" from
I just take what they did good, and put it in mine
'Cause, you feel me
So
broken glass in my underwear
And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head
You know what I'm sayin'
Well I ain't got not money
I'm just walkin'
either I ain't mad at you
When you facing demons n it's all of them attacking you
Strike 'em like some bowling pins n call that shit Impeccable
Detestable
came up from up nothing
Ain't talking bowling we came they from the gutter
No academics but every day struggle the life that we live so you know that
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch
Ounces in my
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch
Ounces in my
the south
My bitch is blunt,stuff it all in her mouth
(Right)
If it ain't bout money Then why leave ya house
(For what)
Grams on my table, that glik
Pullup in the coupe and swerve
Feel like Mike when he won his 3rd
I got 5 different names people call me Larry Bird
I know that we ain’t the same
girls kissin' girls, 'cause it's hot, right?
(Ayy) but unless they use a strap-on, then they not dykes
(Whoa-oh-oh) they ain't about that life, they
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
one (one)
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
With all of the marks ligature
That be the signature
Start it I finish ya
You chasing an image well fuck it I might as well blemish ya
Back in that mode
tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker
I ain't never scared (east side)
I ain't never scared (west side)
I ain't never scared
Chingy and Murph durph
Uh
[Chorus x2]
Ooo Ooo
Let me get a sample of that ass, Ooo Ooo
I ain't Mystikal but girl, shake it fast, (Don't
fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed
Man, that street shit ain't what's up, niggas lost everybody (we lost everybody)
It ain't even fair no more, the rats be catchin' bodies (crazy)
We
Discuss these aint that what its all about by mike bowling Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In