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PL Miike
PL Miike
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Michael Hicks Jr.
Michael Hicks Jr.
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Michael Hicks Jr.
Michael Hicks Jr.
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If I call you my Brother that mean you my Brother Don't got the same Mother but There for each other Either with niggas who solid as ever And with the ones who was there in the Struggle Lately been crazy I been feeling Lately Like all of these Bitches they really Want to play me I be the chosen one They Didn't make me Been through So much It won't Bend me or Break me Had to cut that Hoe off like a Lumber Jack Say I Push her away she keep coming back She keep Calling my Phone Won't Leave me Alone Keep talking bout Love Don't Won't None of that All these songs off the Dome cause I'm in my Zone Chasing these bitches ain't in to that Steady clutching that Chrome They know what Im on I don't do the Beefing on Internet We put holes in his body that's Tennis racks Get Smacked acting like Bitch I bought a AP it Won't my time now I Just like how the shit Gliss Don't you come Riding Around my side of town You guaranteed to get hit Two Two Three Five Five Six We got the mask on we gone Blitz I'm Sipping Purple I feel like a Laker If she Don't want to Fuck I won't make her I keep it P bitch you know Im A Player I Slayer Than pass to Bro for the Layup I keep Givenchy its all on my Sweater Free my Little cousin I Ain't write a Letter Hurting right now but I know it get better Ice is on Froze you can tell by the Weather You A fuck nigga can tell by your Energy In your Eyes I can tell that you Envy Me Ain't even fuck her she already feeling Me Gotta foreign bitch she come from Vietnamese Soon be touring I'm sitting in Sprinter Seats If she boring I just pass her to my Team You can show me you love me by rubbing feet It hit different when they say they loving me It hit different when they say they loving me S-550 it came Peanut Butter seats Remember riding in cars that was Ugly Nowadays everything Luxury Ain't No Handouts Can't get a Buck from Me If I call you my Brother It's love from me This for all of the people who doubted me I Just want all of them to be proud of me If I call you my Brother that mean you my Brother Don't got the same Mother but There for each other Either with niggas who solid as ever And with the ones who was there in the Struggle Lately been crazy I been feeling Lately Like all of these Bitches they really Want to play me I be the chosen one They Didn't make me Been through So much It won't Bend me or Break me Had to cut that Hoe off like a Lumber Jack Say I Push her away she keep coming back She keep Calling my Phone Won't Leave me Alone Keep talking bout Love Don't Won't None of that All these songs off the Dome cause I'm in my Zone Chasing these bitches ain't in to that Steady clutching that Chrome They know what Im On I don't do the Beefing on Internet
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