Bitch
Call me the Microphone Fiend
Bitch wanna hold my hand
Him, boy in his bag
Bitch wanna smoke my weed
Tell a bih' follow my lead
Spirit come from Japan
Go ahead get what I need
Can't have shit with no plan
Call me the Microphone Fiend
Addicted to that bag
Melody, yeah, I breathe
Metaphor in my stash
Bitch better take my heat
Fuck around, hoe gon' crash
Pain in my toes and my feet
Ran it up then they got mad
They call me Microphone Fiend
Everybody know that shit about me (Uhh, yeah)
They call me Microphone Fiend
Everybody know that shit about me (Yeah, hmm)
Swallow on my T-shirt, shawty
Lay shit down like it matte black (Huh)
Whole pot in my key leaf, shawty
Run shit down like it Scat Pack
Weighin' down on my back, lil' shawty
You lookin' like something like sandbag
He ain't type of nigga that beg for pardon
Tell a bitch to back-back
Swear to God niggas can't see me
For dinner we only had rice with the seaweed
In love with the mic and it feed me
'Lieve that you talk about eatin' some peewees
Had to get out of my mind state
Had to go trip on a bitch like a i8
Play with the Feds and the IRS
Play with the ATM's then it gon' gyrate
Its like the only one on the highway
Playin' with the bars yeah, I'm making more my way
Lookin' at the paper like a cloud bank
Niggas ain't no talent and no faith
Like Notebook when I saw you
Rock comin' in, in the plane on parcel (Huh)
Said that you don't wanna argue
He the type nigga make gold out of carbon
Lay a beat down, that's a carcass
He the type nigga make eyes out of marbles (Huh)
Go across the world like a harpoon
Every time a nigga touch the pape' that's a arson
Always still me, I don't give a fuck if you feel me
Microphone Fiend, all I do is inhale and wait then I'm gonna be over a trillion
They call me Microphone Fiend
Everybody know that shit about me (Uhh, yeah)
They call me Microphone Fiend
Everybody know that shit about me (Yeah, hmm)
The Microphone-the Microphone-the Microphone-the Microphone Fiend
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