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Mike kill - italy Lyrics



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We be cooking up in Italy
Can't feature a enemy
Tokin up a bag a weed
Nice but that's initially
Spitting and that's literally
Dropped his ass so bitterly
Now I rap officially
Others artificial see
Only with my squad cause these others be so baked
If you see me out in public I'm not smoking with no fakes
If I catch a pussy lacking know I'm gonna raise the stakes
I'll do the time I ain't a rat but I know that these people snakes
I'm eating fancy five star dish with a giant f*ckin steak
He be my homie I know that he would never go forsake
You say there's drinks shit man I'm in know my ass gonna partake
I'm goin fast I push the pedal I ain't never heard of breaks ay
Steady rapping know its real
F*ck yo bitch on me she feel
All these bars that I dont steal
Going fast let go the wheel
Want the smoke lets make a deal
Know you lost you can't appeal
All you can do now is heal
Blowing up that shit unreal
Say he struggling so a hand I'm gonna lend
All these words are mumbling sorry dont mean to offend
Got a bitch but fumbling so I might stay as a friend
On the track I'm stuttering but my words they gonna mend
I watch my money shit be doubling dont think this'll end
They hear my words that shit be troubling I dont mean to intend
On all these worries they be puzzling watch that shit descend uh
All you do is follow trends
Shout out Pony make amends
Want some shit it just depends
Ripping off a couple pens
Crashed accord I whip the Benz
Tear his ass to f*ckin shreds
Can't see gotta wipe my lens
Count my money by the tens
Steady cooking in the stew dont think I'll ever stop
Got a needy bitch she greedy but she giving me some top
Me and my homie dating twins and I think we gonna swap
I make my rhymes all sound so heavenly ain't never posting slop
She in the bed might gimmie head so we go at it nonstop
I drop some bangers shit be heat I ain't never drop a flop
Roll past his house just like a mouse watch his head go f*ckin pop
Mikekill the best there ever was cause I be makin these bops yeah
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We be cooking up in Italy
Can't feature a enemy
Tokin up a bag a weed
Nice but that's initially
Spitting and that's literally
Dropped his ass so bitterly
Now I rap officially
Others artificial see
Only with my squad cause these others be so baked
If you see me out in public I'm not smoking with no fakes
If I catch a pussy lacking know I'm gonna raise the stakes
I'll do the time I ain't a rat but I know that these people snakes
I'm eating fancy five star dish with a giant f*ckin steak
He be my homie I know that he would never go forsake
You say there's drinks shit man I'm in know my ass gonna partake
I'm goin fast I push the pedal I ain't never heard of breaks ay
Steady rapping know its real
F*ck yo bitch on me she feel
All these bars that I dont steal
Going fast let go the wheel
Want the smoke lets make a deal
Know you lost you can't appeal
All you can do now is heal
Blowing up that shit unreal
Say he struggling so a hand I'm gonna lend
All these words are mumbling sorry dont mean to offend
Got a bitch but fumbling so I might stay as a friend
On the track I'm stuttering but my words they gonna mend
I watch my money shit be doubling dont think this'll end
They hear my words that shit be troubling I dont mean to intend
On all these worries they be puzzling watch that shit descend uh
All you do is follow trends
Shout out Pony make amends
Want some shit it just depends
Ripping off a couple pens
Crashed accord I whip the Benz
Tear his ass to f*ckin shreds
Can't see gotta wipe my lens
Count my money by the tens
Steady cooking in the stew dont think I'll ever stop
Got a needy bitch she greedy but she giving me some top
Me and my homie dating twins and I think we gonna swap
I make my rhymes all sound so heavenly ain't never posting slop
She in the bed might gimmie head so we go at it nonstop
I drop some bangers shit be heat I ain't never drop a flop
Roll past his house just like a mouse watch his head go f*ckin pop
Mikekill the best there ever was cause I be makin these bops yeah
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Writer: Michael Brim
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Performed By: Mike kill
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Michael Brim

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