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Micky Bang
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I'm Deuce Bigelow, fat white gigolo
Fucking on a sad ho, homie, but I didn't know
She was just some dude there, kissing on the mistletoe
Fuck 'em my own lover, but the old me'll kill 'em both
I just said to pick and roll, hitting on the backboard
In the trap, butt naked, feeling like the landlord
I just need a passport, why you looking sad for?
I just need freedom, let me sneak up in her back door
Killing on the back porch, picking up a heater
Walking around like I'm a Jeter
I'm a young Deborah Jeter, trying to find another eater
And the bitch keep it big, too, love a Queen Latifah
Gotta beat her with a heater, move like Skeeter
If the bitch need wood, baby, I'm Cedar
I'd have came down cleaner, chick, I ain't seen her
And as long as I ain't do the shit, she ain't do it either
Man, I know a couple of feeders that'll squabble for a teener
I know a couple of gangsters, indoor streamer
Talking to a schemer, I need a little Bimmer
Red finally working, they got her with a dreamer
Haul leather like a greaser, kilo in the freezer
Fuck out of tune, man, I barely like the reverb
Your mama is a tweaker, don't lie to me, I seen her
You keep talking shit, stick a finger in a stinker
I'm rapping with a leisure, and I don't need a feature
What you call a baddie really looking like a creature
Slam a damn preacher, looking like a geezer
Even if I made a meal, I'm still a little Caesar
She is not a fan of me, then I'ma steal her vanity
I'm tryna feel the inside, study the anatomy
And my lil' bitch, left your family and faculty
Johnny Cage killed the bitch, I'm talkin' about fatality
Yeah, I come from a town in the south
It don't rain hell, but it's hot in the night
Yeah, all my friends sell Reggie for tens
And they top shelf his tags, and they ready to fight
Yeah, she claimed that that baby is mine
I pull out quick, I don't care if it's right
He mumble, rebel, I can tell by the eyes
Don't get down for real, that's a dyke with a mic
Yeah, I met the little shorty, and she just turned 40
Bent on knees, took that ass up, down, said hi
Yeah, took her to the crib, got it in here with me
She was knee-deep tight, I still hit it thrice
Yeah, I'm from a state where they pull up a pint
I'm a lit boat taxi, baby, where your beans in the rice
Hey, we can box, keep the rocks in the sauce
He want beef, I live with slump, thought he gone on the spice
Ever got so high, you can feel your heartbeat
Outside churches, fucking up the dark street
Stuck outside, 'cause I can't find the car keys
Got your favorite rapper crossed when I'm in the car seat
This shit starch, white boy stiff
Got homies in the sticks, shot a banjo clip
Many see me in the building, I can tell it doesn't feel fair
Running around laughing, making Bobby in the wheelchair
Shit, no tonic, smoking hella chronic
Wanna know what little duckies into sonic
Heart hella dirty, I can't even wash it
Pants full of cheese like a burger in my pocket
Treat it like a vomit, twist it, stop it
Weird hella fire, but I'm anything but damaged
Hit it from behind, bruising on my pelvis
Look out now, there's only one Elvis
I got haters who said I can't rap
Pero no vale verga, get the fuck out my sight
Little bitch beat for TikTok
Your main ho try lip lock
I don't want no fucking puta
Talk about my crazy life
Yeah, you need to stop selling that
Pussy that mess stinks, better get it right
Can you learn how to lie?
Introducing, from Limbo, not Houston
And my name's spell
B-A-N-G-M-I-C-K-Y (bitch)
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