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wayne klingman
wayne klingman
Songwriter
xavier beard
xavier beard
Songwriter
Rod Dawson
Rod Dawson
Songwriter

Lyrics

They all say that I'm crooked
But y'all lookin at me sideways
Call me the king in this bitch
I want it my way
Mikey got the game he making plays
He's going all state
<span begin="20.486" end="21.664">But fuck yo stand</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="20.976" end="22.285">(Yeah, yeah)</span></span>
I set the bar I'll have to demonstrate
Yung jack Rappa Cut ya neck, and start to levitate
Victim to the streets, bring the heat, watch him disintegrate
Never on time to anything
Less it's to penetrate
Fuck it, let's make this quick
What's your day rate?
Just playin'
<span begin="36.228" end="38.151">I ain't paying shit for no pussy</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="37.348" end="37.776">(Yeah)</span></span>
She made dinner
Clean the crib
Then gave me the nookie
And if you paying out
Boy you must be a rookie
I been bleeding these hoes
Since I was a kid playin hooky
The ladies all say that Mikey Hansom
But then I kid nap 'em
And I hold yo bitches ransom
You can have em back, they wanna fuck
And I can't stand 'em
Send 'em to the blade to get payed
<span begin="57.184" end="58.557">That's the anthem</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="57.929" end="59.202">(That's the anthem)</span></span>
Kill 'em off like the plague
With only god as my witness
Some say I'm disturbed
'Cause I'm down with the sickness
I get want
Most the time I'm feeling gifted
And when I don't
Best believe I'm getting lifted
They all say that I'm crooked
But y'all lookin at me sideways
Call me the king in this bitch
I want it my way
Mikey got the game he making plays
He's going all state
But fuck yo stand
I set the bar, I'll have to demonstrate
I pull up screaming I got whatever he want bitch
I put the bags on the whip and then I dumped it
You see the tanks in the trunk when I pumped it
I did the carbon gang wing on the trunk lid
I put the drag on fang gang on the front lip
Play with me I'll make a call and get you clutch kicked
If you make it till tomorrow that was luck bitch
I smoked a blunt and feel like I just did a day skip
I'm back at home baby I just did a day trip
She all alone she want me to spend the day with
All that beefing shit I can do away with
I'll make a mother ask her son how his day went
Written by: Rod Dawson, wayne klingman, xavier beard
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