DJ Mikey

Ay DJ Mikey spit me a beat
(Who the hell are you?)
Nah don't matter mate
(What?)
Yeah that's what I like to hear though
(Who put the music on?)
Yeah yeah

Ay DJ Mikey
(What)
Basically I love you
(What)
Yeah yeah I love you man
(Nah that's weird bro)
And like a lot, like not even like a fan, like I love you
(Ay this some fruity don bro)
Aha who cares ahe I love you man

DJ Mikey
(What)
I love you man
(Uugh)
Like romantic love
(Uugh)
Give me your hand
(I ain't giving you nothing)
I wanna take you, to the wedding dome
(Nah)
Get married
(Nah)
Have a thoughtful time

With you I'll be your honey
(There's no us)
We'll fly away with big money
(I don't swing that way)
And I got so much more to say
(I'm tryna be nice here)
You don't wanna hear it
(Exactly)
But i'll say it anyway
(Oh shut up!)

I love your dad, I love your mum, I love your Uncles and your Son
I love your LP Fuck the Feds and the way your thighs jiggle when you run up to bed
I love your snap backs and your cars, your flow is sick and your beats and hard
Every time that you speak I feel charged romantically
Romantically

Yeah I'm just gonna have to jump on here now at this point
Because I've had enough of you saying that you love me
DJ Mikey
That's my name
Where I come from
You'll feel the pain

You look like a fool
Your face is a donkey
You look like your mother didn't love you
Where's your father?
Probably somewhere with another mum and a junkie
Your Kids don't love you
They never loved you
That's why you're saying that you love me
But I don't love you
I don't know you
Where the fuck are my flunkies?

Where the fuck is my security at?
(They're dead)
What do you mean they're dead?



Credits
Writer(s): Cooper Quack
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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