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LL Cool J - Another Dollar lyrics
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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