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Michael Dean - Strike Lyrics




How!,you feel, you ain't talking real, I see through the spiel
What's the deal?, I could read in Brail, This feel fake as hell
Clientele wit no paper trails, Bonding out of jail, Let me out
F*ck you talking bout, Then Put me inna a cell, A lot of shit I hardly post
Or ever spoken of this, I said F*ck you! To the piglet That was Cuffing my wrist
He said "Sergeant there's a Problem, Gotta add to the list"
I said "your baby momma Called, And said you fatter than shit"
Look I don't got no time With a bitch thats problematic
Skipping lines they see I'm famous bitch what's happening
Photogenic an I rap, But that don't mean you can't get static
40 Folded on my lap, Italiano speak e Spanish, "brrrrattt" It's the lingo
See That ring glow, Like I showed you Issa promise, Heres Ah tip
They Aiming at you An they hollows, You can't stop it
I'm equipped so quit the talking, Say you flip Then flip more often
Cuz you broke,The way you match your clothes, I know you shop at target (Ugh)

F*ck a Hater, Thumbing paper Like old photos, I went to Sotta Came back over
It was over!, I took yo bitch while she was leaning on your shoulders
I gotta bag And ran it back like I was spose Ta, F*ck it!, I might ice out
All my ducats, All these faces round me blue, Like something's Buggin (Ugh)
Hit that ju ju, Air em out, That's how we coming, Do what suits you
They'll salute you just for fronting, Now in public
Hit up Florentine's, I could win A Waitress and a Mill
Get some quarantine, I just caught what chu make in a year, F*ck it
I'll just lay some track outs, Watch em back out once they here
Take off on them horses, Polo sporting Paul Revere (Ughhh)
I Rock MHG, and you ain't on the team, Get the Beam
He ain't Dancing, He just slumped her over his knees (Look)
I feel like I'm Jb Air em out just like febreeze (Look)
I feel like Mohammed, Cuz "Ali em" Wit a mean Hook
Bet this 22 3, Ah Put chyo ass To sleep, F*ck That IG beef
In Real Life We delete, Its Bittersweet
I just did a show and landed two spots in a week
I stay wit the pole, And got a twin glock as we speak

How you feel?,You ain't talking real, I see through the speal
What's the deal?, I could read in Brail, This feel fake as hell
Clientele wit no paper trails, Bonding out of jail's, Let me out
F*ck They talking bout! (Bout, bout bout, echo)
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How!,you feel, you ain't talking real, I see through the spiel
What's the deal?, I could read in Brail, This feel fake as hell
Clientele wit no paper trails, Bonding out of jail, Let me out
F*ck you talking bout, Then Put me inna a cell, A lot of shit I hardly post
Or ever spoken of this, I said F*ck you! To the piglet That was Cuffing my wrist
He said "Sergeant there's a Problem, Gotta add to the list"
I said "your baby momma Called, And said you fatter than shit"
Look I don't got no time With a bitch thats problematic
Skipping lines they see I'm famous bitch what's happening
Photogenic an I rap, But that don't mean you can't get static
40 Folded on my lap, Italiano speak e Spanish, "brrrrattt" It's the lingo
See That ring glow, Like I showed you Issa promise, Heres Ah tip
They Aiming at you An they hollows, You can't stop it
I'm equipped so quit the talking, Say you flip Then flip more often
Cuz you broke,The way you match your clothes, I know you shop at target (Ugh)

F*ck a Hater, Thumbing paper Like old photos, I went to Sotta Came back over
It was over!, I took yo bitch while she was leaning on your shoulders
I gotta bag And ran it back like I was spose Ta, F*ck it!, I might ice out
All my ducats, All these faces round me blue, Like something's Buggin (Ugh)
Hit that ju ju, Air em out, That's how we coming, Do what suits you
They'll salute you just for fronting, Now in public
Hit up Florentine's, I could win A Waitress and a Mill
Get some quarantine, I just caught what chu make in a year, F*ck it
I'll just lay some track outs, Watch em back out once they here
Take off on them horses, Polo sporting Paul Revere (Ughhh)
I Rock MHG, and you ain't on the team, Get the Beam
He ain't Dancing, He just slumped her over his knees (Look)
I feel like I'm Jb Air em out just like febreeze (Look)
I feel like Mohammed, Cuz "Ali em" Wit a mean Hook
Bet this 22 3, Ah Put chyo ass To sleep, F*ck That IG beef
In Real Life We delete, Its Bittersweet
I just did a show and landed two spots in a week
I stay wit the pole, And got a twin glock as we speak

How you feel?,You ain't talking real, I see through the speal
What's the deal?, I could read in Brail, This feel fake as hell
Clientele wit no paper trails, Bonding out of jail's, Let me out
F*ck They talking bout! (Bout, bout bout, echo)
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Writer: Dean Martinez
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Performed By: Michael Dean
Length: 3:36
Written by: Dean Martinez

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