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Another Dollar Lyrics
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Lyrics of Song Another Dollar
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AKA John Mickens (8X)
I´m the king.
I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I´m stayin´ rich and keep the haters bitchin
from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin
Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit
I got to rewrite this mackin´ game, baby
Layin´ in the barber shop, knowin´ haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips
but i got lesbo combos ridin´ stick-shifts
for no chips, I´m seein´ 4 to 8 lips
let me tell ya ´bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick
Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
separate the dimes from ´hoes like chronic seeds
miraculous
lyrical swiftness
practice this, stop bein´ actresses
on mattresses with your legs up in the air
splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire
Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla
My fortune 500 is fully funded
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I´m the glossiest and the costliest
feel the force of this
lyrical arsenist
Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers
chicks in choppers with they thong sittin´ proper
the crisp poppa bringin´ drama like soap operas
the show stopper if u playas don´t flow proper
I´m the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
wonderin´ why cats front on who´s the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will fall
10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see y´all
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this
Anutha day ... anutha dolla
I´m the MC that you strive to be
competition is dead, cuz ain´t none of y´all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece
So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
the many get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin´ like dope is in your vein
Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
I wreack havoc, do damage
don´t have it
uh huh .. techniques up to par
yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
Chick soup too
Hittin´ me off in yo´ car
Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin´ bourgeoise
Anutha day .. anutha dolla
Ahhh man ... it´s hard bein´ the King, baby
but someone´s gotta do it, haha
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