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AKA Mickens
AKA Mickens
AKA Mickens

I'm the king I rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the bitchin'
From New York to Richmond, my is sickenin'
Ice drips, bits, so forfeit
I got to rewrite this game, baby
in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and

But I got Lesbo Combos ridin'
For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight
Let me ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick
Mr.Smith, the breed
Separate the dimes 'hoes like chronic seeds
Miraculous lyrical
Practice this, stop actresses
On mattresses with your up in the air
Splash the crisp John Micks, a

day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, anutha
day, anutha dolla

My fortune five hundred is fully
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the
I'm the glossiest and the
Feel the force of this arsonist
Hotter a yacht with Rottweillers
Chicks in with they thong sittin' proper
The crisp poppa bringin' drama soap operas
The show stopper if you don't flow proper

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the
Wonderin' why front on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you will fall
Ten mill, ten plaques my wall
You stall, mix large, I see
Mash ya like then cop diamond broaches
Super calla never the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can this

day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, dolla

I'm the M C that you to be
Competition is dead, ain't none of all live as me
moody, I keep it raw, baby
So save all the good Scorsese
So iced up, they me Mount Everest
The many get honey ways draped over my
I run game from Fort to Maine
I keep ya head noddin' like is in your vein

Hail to the king Cajone Jing a
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one ring
Gotta be above to grow Cabbage
I wreack Havoc, do
Don't it techniques up to par
You, get ya black ass like Mardi Grass
soup too hittin' me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley she actin' Bourgeoisie

day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, anutha

Man it's hard the king, baby
But gotta do it, haha