"Mickey Ears" lyrics
The Game & Woodboy Gee Lyrics
Duke, this shit crazy
Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes
Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone
Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will
I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills
I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil'
He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal
I told that bitch to play with him, 'cause I ain't the one
I woke up lookin' for my spliff, I'm tryna smoke a blunt
And I break a zip down into fifths, I'm sellin' every crumb
Name Gee, it stand for gingerbread, I'm on my second run
I'm talkin' marathon, can barely breathe, I'm gettin' tired
They hate to see me speak the truth, these hoes be tellin' lies
They'll lie on their own mama for the Cash App
Leave that backdoor open where your brother stash at, huh?
Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes
Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone
Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will
I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills
I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil'
He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal
They say a cat got nine lives, shit, I'm takin' one
This little bitch standin' 5'5", I like to make her cum
And you know Gee, he love them kids, so I gave her one
I took my bitch to Disneyland and let her bring her son
We on a boat, we in the dark, so plant that hickey here
She got a gangster on Small World in them Mickey ears
I hit it raw inside this park, I might get fifty years
Type of shit I do for pussy, I'm just sittin' here, hmm
Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes
Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone
Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will
I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills
I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil'
He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal, yeah
Come on, little man
I don't know where the fuck this bitch— I mean I don't know where your mom at
But, shit
You text her off your phone
I got you, I got you
We gon' go get some ice cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll buy you a pair of Michael Jordans, you like Michael Jordans?
Ha-ha-ha, damn
Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes
Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone
Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will
I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills
I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil'
He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal
I told that bitch to play with him, 'cause I ain't the one
I woke up lookin' for my spliff, I'm tryna smoke a blunt
And I break a zip down into fifths, I'm sellin' every crumb
Name Gee, it stand for gingerbread, I'm on my second run
I'm talkin' marathon, can barely breathe, I'm gettin' tired
They hate to see me speak the truth, these hoes be tellin' lies
They'll lie on their own mama for the Cash App
Leave that backdoor open where your brother stash at, huh?
Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes
Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone
Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will
I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills
I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil'
He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal
They say a cat got nine lives, shit, I'm takin' one
This little bitch standin' 5'5", I like to make her cum
And you know Gee, he love them kids, so I gave her one
I took my bitch to Disneyland and let her bring her son
We on a boat, we in the dark, so plant that hickey here
She got a gangster on Small World in them Mickey ears
I hit it raw inside this park, I might get fifty years
Type of shit I do for pussy, I'm just sittin' here, hmm
Sittin' here just thinkin' I can't fuck with you hoes
Fuckin' on these niggas and you just hit my phone
Give a fuck about a bitch and I never will
I know a nigga up his blick, he got seven kills
I know a nigga bought some bricks, he got seven mil'
He tried to sell that shit to me, I need a better deal, yeah
Come on, little man
I don't know where the fuck this bitch— I mean I don't know where your mom at
But, shit
You text her off your phone
I got you, I got you
We gon' go get some ice cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll buy you a pair of Michael Jordans, you like Michael Jordans?
Ha-ha-ha, damn
