(Mike, mike, mike
What day is it Mike?)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Diamonds on face
Go state to state
I traveled in Wraiths
Still showing up late
She tried to take dick
But get poked in her face
Ain't gotta say shit
I know I'm the greats
Go shopping for fits
She said she want Bape
I'm like a fat kid
I want me some cake
You playing both sides
And you won't escape
We taking ya lives
Get shot in the face
I'm one with god
I trust in my faith
It come with the job
Either love or they hate
Bout my business
Ain't no f*cking mistakes
I'm high as heaven
I get stuck at the gates
I want some cash
Go spend it on fits
These niggas is mad
Ain't sending a diss
I'm getting the bag
You fiddle with cents
Been getting this cash
My nigga we lit
Money and shit
Hundreds and shit
Know the plug cord like it's bungee and shit
We a wipe ya nose like it's runny and shit
Got it out the dirt clothes they was muddy and shit
Look at my wrist it's was sunny and shit
Foreign hoes out the foreigns we back out
She wanna fly out think I'm dummy and shit
Just to go to the mall and get money and shit
I cannot go
Go to the bank
YSL clique with my boys I got rank
Green it stay on me won't pull up in tanks
Put the crack in her crack like a broken up vase
Claim he got loud, nigga this shake
Oscar I'm proud, sitting in Wraiths
My niggas might pull up in Benzs today
To show you new niggas this shit is not fake
You niggas is fake probably fake as ya chain
Been a couple of years since she text cause you lame
And to I don't compare, don't remember ya name
I been rapping since 12, and I still been the same
I don't write none for shit, all this shit in my brain
My Yves Saint Laurent bitch, got her saying my name
Think I'm off of the shits popping seals I'm insane
So much money a storm man we making it rain
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Diamonds on face
Go state to state
I traveled in Wraiths
Still showing up late
She tried to take dick
But get poked in her face
Ain't gotta say shit
I know I'm the greats
Go shopping for fits
She said she want Bape
I'm like a fat kid
I want me some cake
You playing both sides
And you won't escape
We taking ya lives
Get shot in the face
I'm one with god
I trust in my faith
It come with the job
Either love or they hate
Bout my business
Ain't no f*cking mistakes
I'm high as heaven
I get stuck at the gates
I want some cash
Go spend it on fits
These niggas is mad
Ain't sending a diss
I'm getting the bag
You fiddle with cents
Been getting this cash
My nigga we lit
1300 Hellboy - State 2 State Lyrics
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(Mike, mike, mike
What day is it Mike?)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Diamonds on face
Go state to state
I traveled in Wraiths
Still showing up late
She tried to take dick
But get poked in her face
Ain't gotta say shit
I know I'm the greats
Go shopping for fits
She said she want Bape
I'm like a fat kid
I want me some cake
You playing both sides
And you won't escape
We taking ya lives
Get shot in the face
I'm one with god
I trust in my faith
It come with the job
Either love or they hate
Bout my business
Ain't no f*cking mistakes
I'm high as heaven
I get stuck at the gates
I want some cash
Go spend it on fits
These niggas is mad
Ain't sending a diss
I'm getting the bag
You fiddle with cents
Been getting this cash
My nigga we lit
Money and shit
Hundreds and shit
Know the plug cord like it's bungee and shit
We a wipe ya nose like it's runny and shit
Got it out the dirt clothes they was muddy and shit
Look at my wrist it's was sunny and shit
Foreign hoes out the foreigns we back out
She wanna fly out think I'm dummy and shit
Just to go to the mall and get money and shit
I cannot go
Go to the bank
YSL clique with my boys I got rank
Green it stay on me won't pull up in tanks
Put the crack in her crack like a broken up vase
Claim he got loud, nigga this shake
Oscar I'm proud, sitting in Wraiths
My niggas might pull up in Benzs today
To show you new niggas this shit is not fake
You niggas is fake probably fake as ya chain
Been a couple of years since she text cause you lame
And to I don't compare, don't remember ya name
I been rapping since 12, and I still been the same
I don't write none for shit, all this shit in my brain
My Yves Saint Laurent bitch, got her saying my name
Think I'm off of the shits popping seals I'm insane
So much money a storm man we making it rain
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Diamonds on face
Go state to state
I traveled in Wraiths
Still showing up late
She tried to take dick
But get poked in her face
Ain't gotta say shit
I know I'm the greats
Go shopping for fits
She said she want Bape
I'm like a fat kid
I want me some cake
You playing both sides
And you won't escape
We taking ya lives
Get shot in the face
I'm one with god
I trust in my faith
It come with the job
Either love or they hate
Bout my business
Ain't no f*cking mistakes
I'm high as heaven
I get stuck at the gates
I want some cash
Go spend it on fits
These niggas is mad
Ain't sending a diss
I'm getting the bag
You fiddle with cents
Been getting this cash
My nigga we lit
What day is it Mike?)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Diamonds on face
Go state to state
I traveled in Wraiths
Still showing up late
She tried to take dick
But get poked in her face
Ain't gotta say shit
I know I'm the greats
Go shopping for fits
She said she want Bape
I'm like a fat kid
I want me some cake
You playing both sides
And you won't escape
We taking ya lives
Get shot in the face
I'm one with god
I trust in my faith
It come with the job
Either love or they hate
Bout my business
Ain't no f*cking mistakes
I'm high as heaven
I get stuck at the gates
I want some cash
Go spend it on fits
These niggas is mad
Ain't sending a diss
I'm getting the bag
You fiddle with cents
Been getting this cash
My nigga we lit
Money and shit
Hundreds and shit
Know the plug cord like it's bungee and shit
We a wipe ya nose like it's runny and shit
Got it out the dirt clothes they was muddy and shit
Look at my wrist it's was sunny and shit
Foreign hoes out the foreigns we back out
She wanna fly out think I'm dummy and shit
Just to go to the mall and get money and shit
I cannot go
Go to the bank
YSL clique with my boys I got rank
Green it stay on me won't pull up in tanks
Put the crack in her crack like a broken up vase
Claim he got loud, nigga this shake
Oscar I'm proud, sitting in Wraiths
My niggas might pull up in Benzs today
To show you new niggas this shit is not fake
You niggas is fake probably fake as ya chain
Been a couple of years since she text cause you lame
And to I don't compare, don't remember ya name
I been rapping since 12, and I still been the same
I don't write none for shit, all this shit in my brain
My Yves Saint Laurent bitch, got her saying my name
Think I'm off of the shits popping seals I'm insane
So much money a storm man we making it rain
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Diamonds on face
Go state to state
I traveled in Wraiths
Still showing up late
She tried to take dick
But get poked in her face
Ain't gotta say shit
I know I'm the greats
Go shopping for fits
She said she want Bape
I'm like a fat kid
I want me some cake
You playing both sides
And you won't escape
We taking ya lives
Get shot in the face
I'm one with god
I trust in my faith
It come with the job
Either love or they hate
Bout my business
Ain't no f*cking mistakes
I'm high as heaven
I get stuck at the gates
I want some cash
Go spend it on fits
These niggas is mad
Ain't sending a diss
I'm getting the bag
You fiddle with cents
Been getting this cash
My nigga we lit
Writer: Isaiah Edwards
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