Lyrics:
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
of the village
Trained by the wolves in the woods
To avenge on the men who elected themselves my killers
Mike's a villain, Nick Hooks chillin'
We don't have
can capture a heart as it breaks'
They said 'yes'
Did a warm up show watching Boyzone
One Sunday night
Left half way through the pics didn't load right
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
got a plan, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
[Desperado]
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike
Little
and you Cardi (You Cardi)
I'm Martin you Mike Lowery (Mike Lowery)
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all
love
For my Stern Fern, and she set my world
A flame….
Hypnotized by shades of purple hair
Paralyzed in emerald eyes returning my stare
Tantalized by
international universities
And interviews with professors and students
When David Yermack
The finance department chair at
New York University Stern School
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
half an hour
He's fucked
Don't say that
Come on, guys
I came to you for help
You need to make me a musician
I can't do this by myself
This is a long shot
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
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
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my 'cause J.B., stay up homie
He can continue defacin’ property
Cross the street I met a beautiful specimen
On her way home from the club
Strollin’ with her best friend
What’s your
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
up for
The way that they will emotionally neglect you
One nice thing my dad did for Mike and I
Was he bought us the entire rock band game set
And it
is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ay, Mike Tyson diamond's on my ear they biting
Like Mike from the free throw I be flying
Say you balling twenty-three but you were
wasn't home and
Damn, it's half past 2 n the morning
Not just knee deep, she was O.G., deep
When she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was
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
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