| It’s Mike Stud, homie
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| UHYUP
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| If you ain’t know I’m 'bout to blow
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| Like a motherfuckin' sinus is
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| My green is fuckin' doublin', homie
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| I ain’t talkin' Ireland, I’m wylin'
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| Go so hard, I’m violent
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| Wear emotions on my fuckin' sleeve like a violin
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| Catch me on an island
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| Darrelle Revis, feel my penis
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| There you go, that scary flow
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| He’s comin' back around just like a Merry-Go
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| I’m better than ever with every letter
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| And headed for cheddar and ever so clever with every endeavor
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| Ahead of the lever you better remember the fuckin' name
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| I’m havin' a lot of fun, competition, nada son
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| When everybody fucks with you, it’s hard to be monogamous
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| Ridin' 'round in luxury, sorry you can’t come with me
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| But shit gets extra shady when you underneath the money tree
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| So keep your friends around, drivin' Benzes now, I’m trendin' now
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| Yeah that’s Twitter, but there is one thing to remember
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| That nobody gives a fuck about your followers
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| Cause half the dudes with more than me could never go as hard as this
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| And we do this every day
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| Every time I come around now, this is what they say
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| They like oh no, oh no, oh no
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| Oh oh, oh no
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
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| She said I should take her home
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| Well frankly baby, I’ll be happy to
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| Cause everytime I’m passin' through I’m packin' clubs like caddies do
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| I’m driven like an avenue, these girls are freaky
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| Heard my CD, now when they meet me they try and DC like the capital
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| That means they tryin' to see my D
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| I got dimes like CP3
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| My life is like a DVD, yeah it’s like a movie
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| I’m like Clooney to these younger chicks
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| I’m in charge like the government
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| I’m frankly on some other shit, so suck my dick, UHYUP
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| Now, none of these guys is rappin' facts
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| I ain’t about that, they can have it back
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| Bastards swackin', lackin' passion
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| Dudes is lyin', Matthew Stafford
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| I am dapper, so they hate
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| I make what they hope to make
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| My nickname is navigation, I know the way, I’m over weight
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| No I’m not, my pockets is
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| Humble but I’m confident
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| Losing’s not an option, bitch
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| Catch me with the hottest chick
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| Drinks is cold like hockey sticks
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| Then I hit it, I don’t fuckin' kick it, no
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| Cause I ain’t with that soccer shit
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| Bang, one shot to your brain
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| Now I think I’m done, mayne
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| Drivin' home drunk but I stay in my lane
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| Puttin' in work 'till I make my name
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| No it’s not a secret I’m keepin'
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| I’m just beastin' went deep in, I’ll keep it
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| I’ve been sweatin' just like Keith did
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| 'till I’m on Seacrest on some G shit
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| In the studio I’m schemin'
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| While everybody’s sleepin'
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| Only time I ever leave is when I’m booked up for an event
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| And when I get to that event, I’m just drinkin' till I’m too dazed, weekend |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh No , by - mike.. Song from the album Relief, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп