Mike G - Everything That's Yours lyrics

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Mike G - Everything That's Yours lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike G] Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces Same on the T, L's on my jeans Everythin' clean so I'm fly as angel wings And I got a bunch of dreams but they don't mean nothin' b**hes tryna kick it like they Vicki B's husband See we stuntin', trees he be puffin' Got nothin' on me, baby you don't need substance And I ain't in pursuit unless she's Mike Jack Bad Complex like math, smooth like jazz Never lose my swag got my back like a sponsor Iceberg cool still burn like contra Name another n***a that could take off without a launcher Fresh, and all my bombs Adams like Yolanda [Verse 2] Probably the sickest n***a spittin' that isn't really known And they think that I'm from Houston cause I like my music slow Got a high school diploma, I'm gettin' every dollar Rough neck n***a had to fix my collar Wake up in the mornin' feelin' big like Texas d**h to any n***a tryna take my breakfast No hesitation dog you shouldn't even bother Ask my father even he know I'm a king like Arthur Gave you a warnin', now you facin' hazards sh** they fiend for I call it blue magic Pure sh** n***a I call it blue magic f** Maybach Music, this is brand new Jag sh** f** Teddy Pain this is Teddy Pendergra** sh** It's like I've never been healthy, sicker than your average Game on lock, chain on the same Screens in the whip and they goin' fall like rain Ice in that b**h, so it's cold like hail Like hell find a n***a that don't feel me like braille [Verse 3] Yeah, I'm a know-it-all, can't tell me nothin' Greedy genius I just want it all like my cousin I don't need it but I still take the cars and the girls Went from bout gettin' the money to about gettin' the world I'm a real n***a man, I ain't dealin' with the haters Only time I'll stop writin' is when they run outta paper Even then, my flow sick, so I probably won't need it Say you're makin' moves, but I probably won't see it n***a you could rap, but you like to front See me in the 'lac, tell your b**h bring a blunt My n***a I'm back, meet me in the front Call this everything that's yours cause that's everything I want