Derek King, Oz Sparx - Mike feat. OZ Sparx

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Reece, take 'em to church
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Woah-oh, woah, oh (Uh), woah
Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
If you run up, then you losin' your life
We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ
Diamonds too bright, I can’t lay low
Call me a boss like I’m Nino
Bitches gon' do what I say so
They give me the mula, the pesos
Told her to keep all the change, oh (C'mon)
Maybe if you bad, buy you a chain, buy you a coat, yeah, uh
Murder the pussy, it’s a case closed
Show all the pictures, no names on it
Hop on that booty like Kangol
Got her geeked up like Fabo
I blow a bag if you ain’t know
Light too bright, chain glow
Bitch, if you bad, can’t say no
Snap of the finger like Thanos
Got a sweetie lil' bitch, think she icy
Fuck her from the back, do my Dougie, please don’t mind me
Pullin' on her tracks, she a freak like a Pisces
Don’t let all this R&B shit fool you, please don’t try me, yeah
Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
If you run up, then you losin' your life
We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ
Man down, I ain’t prayin' to God
Teach you how to jugg, I’ll teach you how to rob
Niggas ain’t gangster, they talk to the cops
They killed my man and we stood on the block
I got them bands and I move the rock
Designer pants, designer socks
I’m off the Xans and I’m off the Wock'
Don’t give a damn, I’m around like the clock
Iron and the Six Deuce right on the stove
All of my niggas won’t bend and won’t fold
Sittin' in the trenches, my heart got cold
Still in the trenches, young nigga ten toes
They know a young nigga back on the road
Phew, and I still keep me a pole
I got that coke if you play with your nose
And my young niggas still movin' that dope
Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
If you run up, then you losin' your life
We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ
Diamonds, they hittin' like Mike
If you run up, then you losin' your life
We rob in the day, we shoot in the night
Shoot at your car, shoot at your bike
Shoot at your house, shoot at your wife
I’m in the clouds, I’m high as a kite
I got them pounds, I’m uppin' the price
Man down, I ain’t prayin' to Christ