Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vietnam, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Heavens Fallout, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.02.2016
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
Vietnam |
| Float like a butterfly, sting like a bumble bee |
| Can’t back down, success is right in front of me |
| Utterly the best, these cats are under me |
| Got no guests, still I got companies |
| Got chicks bugging me, sorry ma gotta go |
| Adios, binoculars on for the pot of gold |
| Mad clothes, stopped shopping a long time ago |
| Throwing dough in the air like I work for Dominoes |
| Bank account trying to get mad zeroes |
| Hanging out with Trav from the Gym Class Heroes |
| Now I got fans in Thailand |
| Outta arms length when I did Arms Race with the rock band |
| Since I worked with Wayne and Kanye |
| All the dames been giving me brain to Sade |
| I’m a giant trying to change my name to Andre |
| No games, I’m a go get a plane in Bombay |
| Learned my roots, I burn the booth |
| I’m the male version of Sojourner Truth |
| I do this for y’all, my words can boost |
| The minorities to reverse the noose you can’t lynch me |
| You ain’t gotta convince me |
| I’m having the same dream as Martin, don’t pinch me |
| You can’t bench me, I’m still in the game |
| Mickey Jordan on a frenzy, killing the lane |
| I’m about to crash the market |
| All in the scope of Assassin’s targets |
| Flashback was awesome |
| A million fish in the sea, come to me if you want to hear a rapping dolphin |
| Right now im feeling like Aladdin soaring |
| On a magic carpet with the Pharaoh’s daughter |
| In a Whole New World I’m a master talking |
| Trying to get buried in a Platinum coffin |
| Is it wrong for these girls to have abortions |
| If they saved the life of a bastard orphan (hmm…) |
| With that being said, thank you Loretta for not killing your eggs |
| Can’t get mad when you say get a job |
| She don’t know she about to be living large |
| She’s gonna get a crib bigger than the pentagon |
| With a new church that’s bigger than a synagogue |
| Cream |
| Straight from Minotaur |
| Walk in, make a Star Scream like Megatron (ahhh!!!) |
| Yes I’m a real threat |
| Walk red carpets with no deal yet |
| One half of my life is just like real sex |
| The other half is me getting real fresh |
| Closet full of shit that I ain’t wear yet |
| So I’m gonna do me til ain’t no air left (haaa) |
| Now that that’s outta my system |
| I want all of y’all to listen |
| Nothing against Hilary Clinton |
| But Obama’s about to be winning |
| I respect his message |
| I hope he gets the best protection during the next election but |
| I hope I never get arrested |
| I hope I ain’t the kid the pigs selecting |
| I can’t imagine how cuffs be on |
| I don’t even put cuff links on, I swear somethings wrong |
| The game’s crowded, everybody’s a rapper |
| I feel like Waldo with a rugby on |
| Come find me, don’t confine me |
| I’m like a caveman, why they gotta remind me? |
| I really guess cause they hate I’m here |
| So I take pride when they say I’m weird |
| Cause once they get a whiff and my name out there |
| They’re gonna say «What a great idea» yea |
| I know they dis me but |
| I don’t care if they go against me |
| I need to get dough to get me past Oprah Winfrey |
| Til then, please don’t forget me |
| These type of songs that I’m writing for |
| Get felt like cyberporn on Microsoft |
| (boop, boop, boop) Making sure the mic is on |
| If not, let’s rewind the song |
| Float like a butterfly |
| Sting like a bumblebee |
| Don’t tell me what you got or what you’re gonna be |
| Don’t tell me that you’re hot when you’re summer’s eve |
| You belong in some female Dungarees |
| Fuckface, your mouth needs some duct tape |
| Blood full of Kool-Aid, heart made of cupcakes |
| I’m in the back with a Barbie heifer |
| Cigar in my mouth, Maserati stretcher |
| PRPS and Nakazi sweater |
| Garbus wristwatch and the Fonzi leather |
| The girl that I’m with, I probably drenched her |
| And if you saw her, you’d probably sweat her |
| I bone chicks with hips and dope tits so |
| If you know any girls that don’t bitch dont |
| Give a damn and they don’t throw fits then |
| They can sit on top of my gold dick (Gold Dick?) |
| That’s right I have a gold dick |
| It’ll make a stomach light when it goes stiff |
| I ain’t fiending for a deal, I just want more chips |
| They send in cards for a deal, so go fish |
| Why is it that there’s people so rich when |
| We have a population homeless, shit |
| They won’t keep me under |
| Cause I use the eyes of Stevie Wonder |
| In my Key of life I can’t forget Saint |
| We won’t ever fall off like some champagne |
| Me and Steve argue just to get shit straight |
| He listens cause he thinks I spit great |
| My man Nakim, me and him be wilding |
| And without Kwas I would not be styling |
| P-P-P-Precise, give me one year trust me |
| I guarantee that our life will be comfy |
| Get in or leave, or please just keep snoring |
| Shit’s about to really change or transform |
| GFC is in a war, get ready for Vietnam |