Mic Terror

Mic Terror - 15 Minutes lyrics

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Pocket full of magnos on my phone

She said she ain’t have none and then she all alone

Knocking at your door, I’ll be knocking at your door

Give me fifteen minutes I’ll be knocking at your door

Damn it man you aint grab none

You’re passin by the store got that baggy on that full gun

Knocking at your door, I’ll be knocking at your door

Give me fifteen minutes I’ll be knocking at your door

You’re tirsty and you starving

What you have for dinner?

Way are this sniches, don’t you think you mess the splina?

I like to smoke the wide and drink a drink untill I’m slizer

Girls with ice, this chick will like to linck me like a lizar

Bicthes wanna kick it like a turtule that’s a ninja

Don’t walk up in my circle that’s just purpule in that swicher

You falling and you can’t get off like ...

I’m friends with all the killers they will murd you before you feel it

Niga I’mma lock, lock it, digging up the wood

So it’s me and ..in my, in my Hollywood

This is, these are wepon real ..

That’s me on a tambourine

The bitches on that damn machine

Don’t stop that won’t be none

I’m just enjoy freedom smoking zippin rizler

Focus on your regim

I miss Chicago freky

Shut up the eye ball, that’s where are a lot of freeks in

Shut up the whole boath viva la Puerto Rico

Pocket full of magnos on my phone

She said she ain’t have none and then she all alone

Knocking at your door, I’ll be knocking at your door

Give me fifteen minutes I’ll be knocking at your door

Give me blunt and you aint’grab none

You passing by the store, got that baggy on the full gun

if you try to blow

Knocking at your door, I’ll be knocking at your door

Give me fifteen minutes I’ll be knocking at your door

I got the muches, muches balling

Let’s go grab some lunch, mark all the blueberries

Man it’s cut me cruch bloff

Ass, ass bluf all I do it’s pass the plum

Pop the mile that’s what’s up

Just don’t pass don’t pass.. us

I pus acide in your cup, I got assasines in the club

That will bless you just get up

Acides, acides dust to dust

Face down, ass up

Does offensive ...

No more way without a bot

So I have to say what’s up

My name’s Mic this is it dude

I lay pipe I do tricks

Magice stack, vodo dinner

My famous it;s goodo

He’s got the zone, wake up piddi on

Hell his nam ein the media

Girlfriends will freak me out her boyfriend will beat me up

Somebody please get me a phone

Cuz I ain’t got nothing to give

Real life like I only got one to live

Real high cuz he got a couple of kids

Green high cuz this have a couple of kids

I flow blow high like a couple of kids

Minimals ways making option

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