MAINO - 2012 Predictions lyrics

rate me

This is for my internet bloggers, independent artists

Bitches pulling scams off credit card charges

Yeah, '11 is dead, let me share a couple visions that I got in my head

I welcome you to 2012, when the Mayans once said it's the end of the world

So we gonna do it up and live it like our last night

So wasted, I can't remember my last night

All I see is the future in front of me

Nothing like all these visionary wannabees

I'm a fortune teller man I know shit

Another rapper, open off my own bitch

New year, I'm a wizard again

Fuck that, I see Obama winning again

Yeah, Chris Brown and Rihanna getting back togther

Yo Mainom, for real?

Nobody gives a fuck about all that other shit, nigga

Wassup with you? Predict some shit abotu you, nigga

I wanna hear about you,

I don't give a fuck about no basketball wives

I don't give a fuck about none of these bitches on television

... and crime and fighting every fucking 5 minutes

Wassup with you nigga?

All I see is skiny bitches going skiny dipping in my swimming pool, barshit

Park the Lamborghini in my living room

Flossing, got a diamond as big as a table spoon

Cartridge, ak 47 and I've been a goon

Mirror, mirror while I'm staring at the wall

Will I live to be the greatest, or die an underdog?

Will I ... will I make it to the frog?

Will these niggas ever wake and stop sleeping on your door

All I see is my funeral me dying as a general

Hopping out that casket screaming you can't kill the truth

Yeah I'm bulletproof baby it's so incredible

Tweezing off, holding my balance just like a killer do

All I see is visions and kitchens and all ...

Day friends yelling like nigga you gotta ball at night

So now I'm in that place waving bottles out

Strippers dancing on me got me throwing dollars out

So drunk so high that I'm on a cloud

Can't see the sky, can't find the ground

Yeah I'm coming but these fagots trying to hide the crown

I'm turned up, need a shot just to calm me down

I spend days and I bathe up in crack houses

Blue bread took bread and I stack thousands

No love with the war with different drug lords

Got friends doing time over drug lords

On the road we gonna roll to the end of it

Stand up and crack a smile at my sentences

Now tell me why these pussy niggas trembling

Cause these rappers in this game all gelatin

All I see is riches in my crystal wall

Should I let them in or should I kill them all?

Should I cop the new Benz with the soft top

So I can stand up on the ... and yell fuck cops

Should I keep fucking hoes or should I get a wife?

Should I find a strip club or should I find Christ?

Fell a sleep behind the wheel of a ...

Woke up in a tellie next to...

This is my prediction for '12, I'ma make a sex tape and show girls

Niggas only hate what they fear boy

They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy

They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy

They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy.