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Mikkey
Ah King Dream
10, Inglewood
I'm Mikkey
Chi-Town,
Listen, got nigga?

I got a trouble find bitches in the and they cooking it row
Realisting like stitches with the hooker in they chow
Fuck the law, man, I'm known for it row
'Til the just chill, I got something for y'all

I got a Bentley and the and they sittin on 'em daters
I got a hot power lawyer with the retater
South-South, Westside, man, I own my
Got judges on my pay roll [Incomprehensible]

International my game, I ball with the best
Birdman, Down-South, 10 out West
Fuck with my money, put to put the to yo' chest
Want war? I take it there or rather to there

See Cash Money niggas, how can I iced like 'em
Cooking coke from the pill-up, got a prices like 'em
You know a nigga wheel slip, I got a wife him
You heard a Micheal Jordan right, I got a life him

mothafuckin' hustla, y'all know the game
Chi-Town Mikkey Flow, y'all my name
Game is but a nigga rather died the fame
And live life, broken hungry out here, for bread

It's a King Pin's Dream, and feminines
Belley's on beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all seem

a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and
But the about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

it comes to drugs, these reppers ain't get none but fo'
Oh square ass nigga and full of are sold
I know 'em Feds is on but I don't give a fuck
I'm so in the game it's like my name is stuck

From crack, more likey is a suggestion of sell
I gives a fuck, who ya breaking and skell
I live like a King Pin weed but raw
I'm the richest gang living niggas ever saw

I with ya belly from Toyota with the biggest and soda
Pirates full of peppers and crack folders
I'ma dope dealer and I got scrilla
My whole can sit to at X-Cons and killas

And my bitches is falls who bomb, and coochie
Rockin' props, the fades, the letto boochie
First statis, rock rolo, when I to the door?
And now it's Bentleys, Mansions and meats to the

Kickin' on Parley's, while the straight pipe screen
And I had a on lock, since I was fifteen
Mack Sapranos, the most of
And fuck a job, 'cause dope is how I'm living

It's a King Pin's Dream, and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, and beems
But the about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and
But the about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

My homey got marries, so, you we ain't slipping
Two hoes, two Bentleys, you know we dipping
Lifestyle, drug dealing, you know we trippin'
Got killas on the row, you we ain't slipping

Tote trucks full of bricks, you we ain't chickens
New cars, pretty broads, you know we pimpin'
Bitch stars, body bars, we and missing
Big cars, superstars, 'cause wheels spinning

honeys, bug stunt, 'cause the money we spending
Planty and warehouse, tinning piece for chicken
Riot guns shoot 'em up, for life that I'm living
PO partners doin time, my homeboy miss me

The Feds, big trippin', they failed me to get me
Mack 10 re-shout, ya homey my nigga
Pin, Big Tymin', drug dealing my nigga
Transport and cocaine and statelines my

It's a King Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, and beems
But the thing about it dream, it all watta seem

a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple
So, busting out the scene, guns, and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all seem

This is y'all Ol' Tymers niggas, y'all know play, right
The is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y'understand
It twenty-two's is more it's twenty-five's nigga, what?
Even chicken from the hood to the mothafuckin' ride

Y'knowwhatI'msayin', getcha nigga, in my project see my crib nigga
We got loadin' .14, for sashie, all the up and the best nigga
It ain't gon' stop my nigga
We bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y'understand

Don't come outside boy, unless you got it right boy
Y'knowwhatI'msayin', cash hot boy and we doin' this nigga
Life, life, hot, hot, we got hot, hot we got this hot, hot
We got this hot, hot we on fire, fuck