Mike Jones

Mike Jones

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  • Mike Jones I'm A Balla Lyrics

           

    Now when I step out on the block, I'm like a new set of J's

    My sticky green European, with DVD on play

    My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind

    Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine

    I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV's in it

    20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18's

    in the back

    I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack

    I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar

    Candy red, on fo's and choppers

    Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper

    And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers

    When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous

    When they see my slab, they all scream contagious

    I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted

    Watching TV's in it, so you won't see me in it

    Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it

    Cause I'm a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner

    Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie

    I pull up in a slab, that'll knock out Rocky

    I'm a baller baby, shot caller baby

    In the Lex having sex, 20's crawling baby

    I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag

    It's been two three weeks, and I ain't used my thumb rag

    But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining)



    And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining



    My fo's are magnificent, ask Magnificent

    My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening

    I'm Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn

    I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain

    Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head

    If I ain't getting that bitch head, I'm getting that bitch bread



    Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala

    You ain't stepping in my slab, if you don't go low and swalla

    I'm swerving in a Excursion, with three fo' pound birds

    Now let's freestyle, I show my platinum smile

    Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome

    I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong

    On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky

    You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti

    I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing

    And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo' in

    Showing off, it's the Mike Jones ain't got a job

    But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob

    Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower

    You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder

    Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer

    Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper

    Steady freestyling, steady going long and strong

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