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sir michael rocks - fbag lyrics

[verse 1: shorty k]
tpc b-tch…
bang bang skeet skeet my white b-tch a big freak
i throw it and she throw it back, s-x game frisbee
bullsh-t miss me, i be getting busy
margiela for my shirt and my shoes they ballistic
i got you got baby mama gaga gaga
b-tches call me mister lover man that’s a shot at shabba
rinks when i walk into that bank
say how you want it mister bell jack ben franks what you think
i got b-tches popping mollys till they faint
that’s for mami but i be out all in the party on that drink
puff and p-ss to my posse, that pacquio that stank
you p-ssy pushing to pull it it’s probably cuz you can’t

[hook]x8
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[verse 2: sir michael rocks]
man it’s the rap game rap gang
man m-th-rf-cker f-ck you
i’m ashing on the airplane the pilot say it’s just you
so you the only one mike
i’mma hit that b-tch twice, but you can keep smoking it
i act like i ain’t notice sh-t
10 million dollar baby lotto ticket
djing your girl p-ssy like “vicky vicky”
b-tches wanna kick it b-tches wanna chill
cuz we real and the wanna see how do that feel
fresher than the preemy hoping out of that ‘ghini bro
make sure you talking bout that money when you bring me up
it’s like hook the motherf-cking game genie up
yup banco

[hook]x4

[verse 3: tris j]
i come through like ahh tell a b-tch i’m bout it bout it
i’ve been on a shooting spree me miss a 3 i doubt it doubt it
hit a l!ck that rocket bop, mix that sh-t all in the pot
i hit a l!ck that rocket pop, boy i got that like a fire
im cold you too old
my old b-tch that’s your b-tch
she hate all my new hoes, roll up like two os
smoke that with my two bros
we hit stacks with a few stacks and bought us some new clothes
dance for em my -ss go
shoes new my mac pro
my white b-tch my white b-tch
my black ho my black ho
skinny n-gga toothpick

[hook]x8

- sir michael rocks lyrics

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