Letra de We ballin de Mike Jones
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Letra de WE BALLIN de MIKE JONES.
( Mike Jones )
[Mike Jones]
Now when I step out on the block, I´m like a new set of J´s
My sticky green European, with DVD on play
My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind
Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine
I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV´s in it
20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18´s
in the back
I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack
I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar
Candy red, on fo´s and choppers
Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper
And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers
When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous
When they see my slab, they all scream contagious
I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted
Watching TV´s in it, so you won´t see me in it
Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it
Cause I´m a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner
Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie
I pull up in a slab, that´ll knock out Rocky
I´m a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, 20´s crawling baby
I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag
It´s been two three weeks, and I ain´t used my thumb rag
But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)
And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining
My fo´s are magnificent, ask Magnificent
My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening
I´m Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn
I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain
Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head
If I ain´t getting that bitch head, I´m getting that bitch bread
Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala
You ain´t stepping in my slab, if you don´t go low and swalla
I´m swerving in a Excursion, with three fo´ pound birds
Now let´s freestyle, I show my platinum smile
Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome
I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong
On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky
You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti
I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing
And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo´ in
Showing off, it´s the Mike Jones ain´t got a job
But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob
Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower
You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder
Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer
Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper
Steady freestyling, steady going long and strong
Now when I step out on the block, I´m like a new set of J´s
My sticky green European, with DVD on play
My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind
Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine
I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV´s in it
20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18´s
in the back
I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack
I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar
Candy red, on fo´s and choppers
Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper
And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers
When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous
When they see my slab, they all scream contagious
I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted
Watching TV´s in it, so you won´t see me in it
Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it
Cause I´m a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner
Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie
I pull up in a slab, that´ll knock out Rocky
I´m a baller baby, shot caller baby
In the Lex having sex, 20´s crawling baby
I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag
It´s been two three weeks, and I ain´t used my thumb rag
But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)
And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining
My fo´s are magnificent, ask Magnificent
My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening
I´m Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn
I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain
Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head
If I ain´t getting that bitch head, I´m getting that bitch bread
Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala
You ain´t stepping in my slab, if you don´t go low and swalla
I´m swerving in a Excursion, with three fo´ pound birds
Now let´s freestyle, I show my platinum smile
Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome
I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong
On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky
You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti
I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing
And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo´ in
Showing off, it´s the Mike Jones ain´t got a job
But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob
Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower
You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder
Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer
Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper
Steady freestyling, steady going long and strong
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