AKA John Mickens

AKA John Mickens

AKA John Mickens I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens

Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin'

From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin'

Ice drips, frost bits, so forfeit

I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby

Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady

Maybe, they *** young chicks and whips But I got Lesbo Combos ridin' stick-shifts

For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight lips

Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick

Mr.Smith, the rarest breed

Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds

Miraculous lyrical swiftness

Practice this, stop bein' actresses

On mattresses with your legs up in the air

Splash the crisp John Micks, a millionaire Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla My fortune five hundred is fully funded

Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps

I'm the glossiest and the costliest

Feel the force of this lyrical arsonist

Hotter than a yacht with Rottweillers

Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper

The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas

The show stopper if you playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggliest, bitch, *** the wittiest

Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest

Chill, relax, you cats will fall

Ten mill, ten plaques upon my wall

You stall, mix large, I see y'all

Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches

Super calla never mind the alladocious

Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla I'm the M C that you strive to be

Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me

Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby

So save all the good fella Scorsese

So iced up, they call me Mount Everest

The many get honey ways draped over my headrest

I run game from Fort Green to Maine

I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the king Cajone Jing a ling

I buy ya clicks loyalty with one Pinkie ring

Gotta be above average to grow Cabbage

I wreack Havoc, do damage

Don't have it techniques up to par

You, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Grass

Chick soup too hittin' me off in yo' car

Blaze her in the alley 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla

Anutha day, anutha dolla Man it's hard bein' the king, baby

But someone's gotta do it, haha