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AKA John
AKA Mickens
AKA John

I'm the king I rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters
From New to Richmond, my shine is sickenin'
Ice drips, frost bits, so
I got to rewrite mackin' game, baby
Layin' in the shop, knowin' haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and

But I got Lesbo Combos ridin'
For no chips, I'm seein' to eight lips
Let me tell ya my life-style, players and chips, sick
Mr.Smith, the rarest
the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
Miraculous lyrical
Practice this, stop actresses
On mattresses with your up in the air
Splash the crisp John Micks, a

Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, dolla

My fortune five is fully funded
I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the
Feel the force of this lyrical
than a yacht with Rottweillers
Chicks in choppers they thong sittin' proper
The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap
The stopper if you playas don't flow proper

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the
Wonderin' why cats on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will
Ten mill, ten plaques upon my
You stall, mix large, I see
Mash ya like roaches cop diamond broaches
Super calla mind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can this

Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla

I'm the M C that you to be
Competition is dead, 'coz none of all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw,
So save all the good Scorsese
So iced up, they call me Mount
The get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your

Hail to the king Cajone a ling
I buy ya loyalty with one Pinkie ring
be above average to grow Cabbage
I wreack Havoc, do
Don't have it up to par
You, get ya black ass looped like Mardi
Chick too hittin' me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley 'coz she Bourgeoisie

Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, anutha

Man it's hard the king, baby
But someone's do it, haha