| It’s Mickey
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| As I toast the…
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| I hit the ghost the modern gay
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| So for the sex six minutes
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| All you’re gonna hear is the spirit in my lyrics
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| Was going on PK, left my label they unchained django
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| Tryin to out fox me, bad boy locks me But NY you love taught me about proxes
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| Reborn Martin Luther, I’m in a new position don’t need Kama Sutras
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| Stylish for my ex, I let kama sutra,
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| I stop looking for when I thought about my future
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| Passive artist with the passions
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| Sculpt them when it come to clay I’m catious
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| Vulture, when it’s time to pray I’ma… culture,
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| What it is today outlandish,
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| Mister Fantastic, deep the fashion and wipe through the refabric,
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| Polo bricks red on the king size magic,
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| So every night I can dream about passion,
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| Love when I ran about your city,
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| Stand by Mickey if you can’t find Diddy,
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| They say I’m lazy, a catalog full of… bite like a vampire beta me Wow, wow, wow, hold it I come pour it and I barely even show it,
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| Lengs then is you and me, my view so I wrote it,
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| I do it for my mama, but I don’t think she know it,
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| Dick bad and I speak flare, the achievement is coming out this year
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| Let the worlds penetrate through
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| Love at first sound…
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| Smile the pain through
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| You cry and they ain’t you
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| Time will make you
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| Fine, thank you.
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| Smile the pain through
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| You cry and they ain’t you
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| Time will make you
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| Fine, thank you.
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| Young man from the ghetto, wife you pray go Real life get go, she wanted this… he wanna settle
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| Making up this wings… that ring black and yellow,
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| This a little job payin on the bills,
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| Saving for a house and praying for a mill,
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| Waiting for a one KA, south side of Chicago that’s where you stay at,
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| South side of Chicago that’s where they spray at,
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| He tryin to be out 'cause he don’t really play that,
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| Good man with a good plan, shook pants with the jewelry
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| And put grants into the rimmy… get to one,
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| This is a dream he thought for his future,
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| Imagine family… but nothing to compare for, what’s about the habit
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| Wife you text them, head to market, pick up the orange
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| Ice cream I’m starving, pack of chicken legs
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| Plus the milk… and for the last time please don’t get the mandarin
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| He wrote back baby don’t worry, she replied hurry
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| I wanna cook curry, he got of the grocery and jumped in his Hummer
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| And then half way home, he forgot the butter
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| Turn back around bought that the donuts and just to surprise her
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| He even got roses, head it back home, and stopped that the light
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| And shots started going through his car as a post,
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| Oh shit, died, notified his girlfriend she cried,
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| Blood on his flowers baby got, now was one chance to be happy is shot
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| Smile the pain through
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| You cry and they ain’t you
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| Time will make you
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| Fine, thank you.
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| Smile the pain through
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| You cry and they ain’t you
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| Time will make you
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| Fine, thank you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Serenade , by - Mickey Factz. Song from the album Rare Freestyles & Unearthed Works Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп