MIKE - Oh No lyrics

[MIKE - Oh No lyrics]

No, no, no, no

It's Mike Stud, homie uHYUP

If you ain't know I'm 'bout to blow
Like a motherfuckin' sinus is
My green is fuckin' doublin', homie
I ain't talkin' Ireland, I'm wylin'
Go so hard, I'm violent
Wear emotions on my fuckin'
Sleeve like a violin catch me on an island
Darrelle Revis, feel my penis
There you go, that scary flow
He's comin' back around just like a Merry-Go
I'm better than ever with every letter
And headed for cheddar and ever
So clever with every endeavor
Ahead of the lever you better
Remember the fuckin' name
I'm havin' a lot of fun, competition
Nada son when everybody fucks with you


It's hard to be monogamous
Ridin' 'round in luxury
Sorry you can't come with me
But shit gets extra shady when
You underneath the money tree
So keep your friends around
Drivin' Benzes now, i'm trendin' now
Yeah that's Twitter
But there is one thing to remember
That nobody gives a fuck about your followers
Cause half the dudes with more than me
Could never go as hard as this

And we do this every day
Every time I come around now
This is what they say
They like oh no, oh no, oh no oh oh, oh no
Oh, no, oh no, oh no, oh no

She said I should take her home
Well frankly baby, I'll be happy to
Cause everytime I'm passin' through I'm
Packin' clubs like caddies do
I'm driven like an avenue
These girls are freaky heard my CD
Now when they meet me they try
And DC like the capital
That means they tryin' to see my D
I got dimes like CP3
My life is like a DVD, yeah it's like a movie
I'm like Clooney to these younger chicks
I'm in charge like the government
I'm frankly on some other shit
So suck my dick, uHYUP
Now, none of these guys is rappin' facts
I ain't about that, they can have it back
Bastards swackin', lackin' passion
Dudes is lyin', Matthew Stafford
I am dapper, so they hate
I make what they hope to make
My nickname is navigation, I know the way
I'm over weight no I'm not, my pockets is
Humble but I'm confident
Losing's not an option, bitch
Catch me with the hottest chick
Drinks is cold like hockey sticks
Then I hit it, I don't fuckin' kick it, no
Cause, I ain't with that soccer shit
Bang, one shot to your brain
Now I think I'm done, mayne
Drivin' home drunk but I stay in my lane
Puttin' in work 'till I make my name
No it's not a secret I'm keepin'
I'm just beastin' went deep in, I'll keep it
I've been sweatin' just like Keith did
'till I'm on Seacrest on some G shit
In the studio I'm schemin'
While everybody's sleepin'
Only time I ever leave is when
I'm booked up for an event
And when I get to that event, I'm
Just drinkin' till I'm too dazed, weekend

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