MIKE - Belgium Butter lyrics
[MIKE - Belgium Butter lyrics]
Thruhh thank you, thank you, thank you
Ladies and gentlemen
Today our special guest is, MIKE, in all caps
Right? MIKE
Yeah ok, we have himhmm
You know what? Let's let him talk
Tell us a little something
About yourself MIKE uhyeah
See, he’s not a man of many words, huh? Ok
Uh huh mmhmm
Yeah? Wow yeah alright
Okay alright
Simple so, tell us about this tape of yours
It's probably a list of songs I
End up killing myself to what?
Around you i always felt like I'm the nicest
She blinded to the fact my mind is
Full of surprises and prizes and diamonds
And exquisite images of grinding i’m finding
Spare time for the fine rhyme
And I'm dining and dashing that's fine man
The action, denying his passion
They lying, they gassing
He trying, he rapping he crying, he gasping
He finally laughing haha
We back to the pastor back to the rappers
Known to rap raptures black male crackers
Facts, tell after pastel smasher
Tracks pretty good but the crack sell faster
Chappelle laughter i will never sell it
DOOM made the rhyme so embellished
And I like my hot dogs with relish
Stop it there will never ever be another
Please tell them cover the Belgium butter
Fuck with that? Stop it
There won't ever ever be another
Please tell them cover the Belgium butter
Danny told me leave an eye open
'Cause boys down there
Leave your guy choking homie, I ain't joking
Flow like a potion
Known to keep it Frank like the Ocean
Homie, how you know this? Boy, I just focus
Fingers start to jitter when I wrote this
Eyes start to close and I woke up in a lotus
The set must have chosen
My nose is atrocious gold to the roll
Coke for the cull coke for the nose
Bars that I flow when I'm in it
My homie's frying chicken
English girl liking it, oh
Scrolling through my mindset
Boy, you boys know how time get
Imagine time slit
I put a knife to his eyelid
Stick it in his iris gorilla Gang, the virus
’Cause you know
MIKE and the group are the highest
Cream is how I wet the letter next to i is
Ya whole pack crying
’Cause you know divine with
The 9 is inspiring flow pretty fire
You should call the fireman or the ambulance
Throw bands until Amber dance
Ball fall like an ambulance
Or Khalil with the still
Life get real, bars pretty sick fuckight
Ladies and gentlemen
Today our special guest is, MIKE, in all caps
Right? MIKE
Yeah ok, we have himhmm
You know what? Let's let him talk
Tell us a little something
About yourself MIKE uhyeah
See, he’s not a man of many words, huh? Ok
Uh huh mmhmm
Yeah? Wow yeah alright
Okay alright
Simple so, tell us about this tape of yours
It's probably a list of songs I
End up killing myself to what?
Around you i always felt like I'm the nicest
She blinded to the fact my mind is
Full of surprises and prizes and diamonds
And exquisite images of grinding i’m finding
Spare time for the fine rhyme
And I'm dining and dashing that's fine man
The action, denying his passion
They lying, they gassing
He trying, he rapping he crying, he gasping
He finally laughing haha
We back to the pastor back to the rappers
Known to rap raptures black male crackers
Facts, tell after pastel smasher
Tracks pretty good but the crack sell faster
Chappelle laughter i will never sell it
DOOM made the rhyme so embellished
And I like my hot dogs with relish
Stop it there will never ever be another
Please tell them cover the Belgium butter
Fuck with that? Stop it
There won't ever ever be another
Please tell them cover the Belgium butter
Danny told me leave an eye open
'Cause boys down there
Leave your guy choking homie, I ain't joking
Flow like a potion
Known to keep it Frank like the Ocean
Homie, how you know this? Boy, I just focus
Fingers start to jitter when I wrote this
Eyes start to close and I woke up in a lotus
The set must have chosen
My nose is atrocious gold to the roll
Coke for the cull coke for the nose
Bars that I flow when I'm in it
My homie's frying chicken
English girl liking it, oh
Scrolling through my mindset
Boy, you boys know how time get
Imagine time slit
I put a knife to his eyelid
Stick it in his iris gorilla Gang, the virus
’Cause you know
MIKE and the group are the highest
Cream is how I wet the letter next to i is
Ya whole pack crying
’Cause you know divine with
The 9 is inspiring flow pretty fire
You should call the fireman or the ambulance
Throw bands until Amber dance
Ball fall like an ambulance
Or Khalil with the still
Life get real, bars pretty sick fuckight