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AKA Mickens
AKA John
AKA John

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

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

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

My fortune hundred is fully funded
Joints I pumps, my pockets the mumps
I'm the and the costliest
Feel the force of this arsonist
Hotter than a yacht with
Chicks in choppers with they sittin' proper
The poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
The stopper if you playas don't flow proper

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest
Wonderin' why front on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats fall
Ten mill, ten upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond
Super calla mind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote

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

I'm the M C that you to be
Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw,
So save all the good fella
So iced up, they me Mount Everest
The many get honey draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort to Maine
I keep ya head 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 Havoc, do damage
Don't have it up to par
You, get ya black ass like Mardi Grass
Chick soup too me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley 'coz she Bourgeoisie

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

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