Sir Michael Rocks
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(feat. Tris J)

Six, I tell a bitch respect and kiss my chest and break me up a zeny
Six hundred sixty six text messages are standing
On a locked screen of my I phone 7s
I am only affirming those we elect.
Fuck around worrying about me, what about you?
My girl just got a new girl
The world just got a new beat,
I'm out of your reach,
Guess nigga know if I'm online.
Silhouettes, said the devil,
Chapel statuette with sacrificial lamb
With a rice in his side of death, one on one just a slept
Set the gladiator tournament
Spent a thousand dollars for a glasses that the squander has.
Splashing in the kitty pool of acid
Cause walking up on ash will be the main attraction.


Yeah, its been like a Ben Laden Osama
I should Google bomb,
See if my little cousin take a rocket and kill a baby swine.
Can let get your guys beat my guys,
Cause I am not the one
Drink some Hennessey and get upset and start buying girls
Motherfucking young
Ya'll all my sons, and I am having none
Who's get off the leash and act a fool I'll let them have fun
I'll be in the kitchen like a Mississippi grandma
Six sell phones, will paid with my of my sails son.
Riding with my bad gun, smoking with my bad lungs
She don't need me on her, but she asked me if she can get some
Walking up on me get few …her men dumb
Walking up on me get few …her men dumb