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The world finna know Mike Jones, man Mike Jones Swishahouse Come here, Watts
Purple drank I’ma pour up Got the rap game sewed [up] See my grill they like hold up Invisible set, princess [cut]
Hoes peep when I creep up the block Dope fiend beep me when he need some rocks Add 20s, subtract the top I’m pimping hard in the parking lot Screens fall when I lean in the truck Candy paint, four screens on buck No game needed to pull a slut I just open mouth and show princess cuts I pack a 9 at all times I shine a lot ’cause I grind for mine Why hate on me? And you far behind You wasting time by talking down You considered trash and I’m in my prime You feeling bad and I’m feeling fine ’Cause *Who is Mike Jones* coming *Who is Mike Jones* coming I get you crunk when I open my mouth My diamonds shine every time I talk I spit a verse, head straight to the vault ’Cause Mike Jones can’t take a loss I get you crunk when I open my mouth My diamonds shine every time I talk I spit a verse, head straight to the vault ’Cause Mike Jones can’t take a loss
M.O.B till the day I go Got a Range Rove on 84s On a microphone I shine and glow I scream my name till the day I go I hit the scene, Lac candy green Or candy blue, when I’m with my crew I represent, we drinking screw I represent, we drinking screw Michael Watts, he chopping it up Cocaine, I’m rocking it up Your gal fine, I’m knocking her up Your gal fine, I’m knocking her up I got a plan, got in demand Now I hit the road and start stacking grands I’m running the game with my master plan I’m running the game with my master plan 281-330-8004 Here’s the number you can hit me on When you call, ask for Mike Jones 281-330-8004 Here’s the number you can hit me on When you call, ask for Mike [Jones]
Purple drink I’ma grip and sip Anything illegal, you know I’ll flip I roll slab with my pistol grip Diamonds shining behind my lip I hit the club a hundred deep With a hundred sweets and a hundred freaks On the mic, you can’t compete ’Cause Mike Jones is in the streets I’m gripping grain, switching lanes Causing pain in the turning lane In seven months I’m running the game Just ask the streets what is my name I’m gripping grain, switching lanes Causing pain in the turning lane In seven months I’m running the game Just ask the streets what is my name
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