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king of johannesburg - money mike s.a lyrics

intro

introducing to you money mike
yeh u know the baddest boy in the game
are you in?
yeah
yalla habibi music

we taking over
rahhhh

suuuuuuuu whooooooo

walk pass your mom with a smile on my face
as she burst tears out her fu**king ugly face
your body laid down the mother fu**king streets man idgf bout u or the police

catch me c cruzing in the vally

big cs
(gun shots)

3*9 alexandra street is where i be
i been down with them k!lls
fake n*ggas
get the breez
real n*ggas earn em motherf****** streets
talk is cheap u blink i pass i k!ll
my rhymes a k!ller
man get it how it is
word is bond f**k you and ur dealer

gang banging with my pops
all this candy f*cking sl*ts
with em plenty big buts
screaming mother f**k the oops
tryna blame me for my pops
all i smell is dirty cops
earning pennys so they drop
cases they never lock

90 thousand in my envelope, words got u thinking head spinning , catch a stroke

f**k that 2.5 that you blew money mike on the mike that’s a cue

yous a bi**h tryna fluss
bring a priest for ur cuss
that’s a blast no fuss

you’ve taken it, no payment
never went to school
studied in the bas*m*nt thought i’d never knew
see me move
ye i never f**king loose
we with stock moving k!llos , d rose , we know , she know , kemo , reload

wolf tickets gone get the stabbing
employ they mothers in my cabin
living large im a dragon
got my semi automatic
and i aint no f**king addict
im just a mother f**ker f**ker f**ker

smuggle cocain with em 90s fliping white cheese
prison wolf is wat u might be
dead bodies baked down my mother f**king yard
bean slot , sl!ck talk , i been woke
got my uzi cannon ram
sniper blooded with my m4 flooded
sick stomic got the bi**h runing

im blood k!ller you a bi**h tipper

walk down the isle of h*ll with a crown on my head father forgive me if i ever try to repent
broke ass bugs need decades to elevate
on my grade a

i am the god and u r the pesent

blow me up a ciga in the almighty name of allah
strapped g’s on some pablo
i call
all the shots
you get down on some blue cold
i score
419 in this bi**h
that’s that protocol

pop a stool pigeon
ima get a broad sheba
gum shoe in my valley
with the bracelets yeah i flew a couple hatters

got your chopper squad in a chicago overcoat
happy cabbage to my bim
flipping pages of murder scenes

i done tell it like it is
i been puffn cheese

say wah

see me never in to beefing
but cheesing
i got em streets in to some living
my merchandise be leaking
but u n*ggas be sleeping
on this arabian habibi
we be burning argile
i’m hòt as the sun of dubai bele me we been it , we leading
king of the city
habibi
murder we did it for living
n*ggas be digging
in our business
12s in the murder of my city
yet we feeding
we winning
it dont need no mother fu**king religion

iza fi hada
beuaa
min kafi
b koun
ya rab
w allah
kan aala shambi
w ruhe kanit maee
w hala ma fi hade maee

i got jealous n*ggas around
inches away from my mother fu**ing figures
just landed in dubai
yeah i got your b*tchs maee
swerving in abu dhabi
fly high in the sky
private jet no lie
you prolly wonder why
i’m so high

ayyyyyyyyyy

- money mike s a lyrics

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