Song parody of
Phil Mickelson
by Maplemade
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Playin wit my gangsta, we gon leave em Radames
We heard that you play the fence, play wit me, ya saga end
Really kick it in the field, boy, we ain't soccer fans, huh
Fuckin wit my collard greens, that's off wit his head
I don't want no chains, a pinky ring wit that lil diamond edge'll do me fine
Boy, don't waste yo time, just do what Simon says
If he ask me why again, put seven to his back, he Big Ben
.40 smoke you like tobacco, pussy got his cig bent
In some Forces, hawk you down, the traction keep my feet set
Say you bout that action, for the pigs, I bet you sing like Keith Sweat
If she yo bitch, you better pass it, cause she sendin me texts
Flick the flashy on the Glock, it's like a light switch
Bitch, I'm really Shaq up on the block, I'm doin Mikan's
She really got some ass for a thotty little white bitch
My whole team passed it a lot, like how you wife it
He said he a gangsta, but he actin, Jack Nicholson
A couple Cap and Cokes with Percocet's and now it's kickin in
bet this .9 iron swing and hit, I'm Phil Mickelson
Let the steel sing, really tryna steal a ligament
Smoking on a opp again, bouta take a second hit
Baby I'm a veteran, steppin in some Vetements
How I turn his Hanes to a peppermint? It's red in it
I ain't playing games, controller dead, how I'm ending it
My brother down the way like Young MA the way he keep a switch
Baddie wit the sleeper build, only thing she need is tits
I can't cuff a bitch, we butting heads by time the weekend end
I ain't fuck his bitch, she gave me butt head, like Beavis friend
I'm a demon, get to scheming, that's a death wish
Like he's seen a ghost, I pull the pipe out, leave em breathless
If you really wanted smoke, you wouldn't type out any message
Move around with this coke, I'm like who need a refreshment
Ha, huh
Hit the dope wit a remix
Loose lips will take down the boat and we don't sink ships
Bitch, I got that strap off the court, like Arenas
Clip full of jalapenos only thing I feed it, huh
But he actin, Jack Nicholson
A couple Cap and Cokes with Percocet's and now it's kickin in
bet this .9 iron swing and hit, I'm Phil Mickelson
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Playin wit my gangsta, we gon leave em Radames
We heard that you play the fence, play wit me, ya saga end
Really kick it in the field, boy, we ain't soccer fans, huh
Fuckin wit my collard greens, that's off wit his head
I don't want no chains, a pinky ring wit that lil diamond edge'll do me fine
Boy, don't waste yo time, just do what Simon says
If he ask me why again, put seven to his back, he Big Ben
.40 smoke you like tobacco, pussy got his cig bent
In some Forces, hawk you down, the traction keep my feet set
Say you bout that action, for the pigs, I bet you sing like Keith Sweat
If she yo bitch, you better pass it, cause she sendin me texts
Flick the flashy on the Glock, it's like a light switch
Bitch, I'm really Shaq up on the block, I'm doin Mikan's
She really got some ass for a thotty little white bitch
My whole team passed it a lot, like how you wife it
He said he a gangsta, but he actin, Jack Nicholson
A couple Cap and Cokes with Percocet's and now it's kickin in
bet this .9 iron swing and hit, I'm Phil Mickelson
Let the steel sing, really tryna steal a ligament
Smoking on a opp again, bouta take a second hit
Baby I'm a veteran, steppin in some Vetements
How I turn his Hanes to a peppermint? It's red in it
I ain't playing games, controller dead, how I'm ending it
My brother down the way like Young MA the way he keep a switch
Baddie wit the sleeper build, only thing she need is tits
I can't cuff a bitch, we butting heads by time the weekend end
I ain't fuck his bitch, she gave me butt head, like Beavis friend
I'm a demon, get to scheming, that's a death wish
Like he's seen a ghost, I pull the pipe out, leave em breathless
If you really wanted smoke, you wouldn't type out any message
Move around with this coke, I'm like who need a refreshment
Ha, huh
Hit the dope wit a remix
Loose lips will take down the boat and we don't sink ships
Bitch, I got that strap off the court, like Arenas
Clip full of jalapenos only thing I feed it, huh
But he actin, Jack Nicholson
A couple Cap and Cokes with Percocet's and now it's kickin in
bet this .9 iron swing and hit, I'm Phil Mickelson
