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AKA Mickens
AKA John
AKA Mickens

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

But I got Lesbo Combos stick-shifts
For no chips, I'm four to eight lips
Let me tell ya my life-style, players and chips, sick
Mr.Smith, the rarest
Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic
Miraculous lyrical
Practice this, stop actresses
On mattresses your legs up in the air
the crisp John Micks, a millionaire

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

My fortune five hundred is fully
Joints I pumps, gives my the mumps
I'm the and the costliest
Feel the force of lyrical arsonist
Hotter than a with Rottweillers
Chicks in choppers with they thong proper
The crisp poppa drama like soap operas
The show stopper if you playas don't flow

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

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

I'm the M C that you to be
Competition is dead, 'coz none of all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw,
So save all the good fella
So up, they call me Mount Everest
The many get honey draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort to Maine
I keep ya noddin' like dope is in your vein

Hail to the Cajone Jing a ling
I buy ya clicks with one Pinkie ring
Gotta be above to grow Cabbage
I wreack Havoc, do
have it techniques up to par
You, get ya black ass like Mardi Grass
Chick soup too me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie

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

Man it's hard bein' the king,
But someone's do it, haha