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PL Miike
PL Miike
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Michael Hicks Jr.
Michael Hicks Jr.
Performer
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Michael Hicks Jr.
Michael Hicks Jr.
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Ayy I got my shooters on the backstreet niggas better at me All on the net real life you at a trackmeet Niggas know I pack heat never been a athlete Riding through the city got the choppa in the backseat Bitch I graduated only time I was cappin See me elevating passed these niggas now who laughing Know I ain shit get it all from my Daddy Ima hustling Mother Fucker You can find me where the cash be Nigga gotta problem line em up like a crease Opps been pushin P they be Pussy and Police She a front on you niggas poppin pussy all on me You bum little nigga better come work for P Know that i Hang with them Steppers My nigga fall down Im too real you know ima help em PL a high class stepper Mad that i fucked on you once its too sad that I left ya Im on a vibe with a bitch No im at the beach with a vibe Im to high make no sense She dressing im calling her ranch I beat up the twa three rounds she start speakin french No dissin but for me they spin They said them things about me that they wont say again Free all my Dogs out the Pin Chapo they know already seen the vision Cant put my trust in a leach Barely can trust all my niggas ain did nothing to me Hope they dont switch for no cheese I put em on other folk i charge a fee I found the sauce it ain free It took me a minute I might have to charge just to speak Ohh how i love me a freak She eat the meat then clean it up she so neat Know that I come with that pressure I need them Pounds, Cash, Extras I slide In a Honda can't fuck with no lexus Think i found me a wifey I woke up to Breakfast She A Damn fool if she want my last name Man im just playing cause that pussy be crazy We talk about our future and she want to have my babies Bitch I'm To Cool like the AC in a Maybach I got my shooters on the backstreet niggas better at me All on the net real life you at a trackmeet Niggas know I pack heat never been a athlete Riding through the city got the choppa in the backseat Bitch I graduated only time I was cappin See me elevating passed these niggas now who laughing Know I ain shit get it all from my Daddy Ima hustling Mother Fucker You can find me where the cash be Nigga gotta problem line em up like a crease Opps been pushin P they be Pussy and Police She a front on you niggas poppin pussy all on me You bum little nigga better come work for P Know that i Hang with them Steppers My nigga fall down Im too real you know ima help em PL a high class stepper Mad that i fucked on you once its too sad that I left ya
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