Mic Üp
Goddi got me on my auto tune shit
I'm a act a fool bitch
You better move bitch just like Ludacris
Yeah let's do this
Yeah let's do this
Can you turn my mic
Can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
She want me to put the pipe up
Hell no I'm a let the pipe bust
Fuck around had to go into the night club
Fuck around might just spend us a light dub
Light this bitch up like a light bulb
Shoot it up light it up pass the blunts
Roll it up smoking gas that funky stuff
I got the touch like Midas
I'm first bitch eat my dust
Engineer and rap pied piper
See a bad bitch I might pipe her up
Whole lot of checks
I'm Nike up
I'm so up we so up we so up
On our way up on our way up
I'm on my way up
Million dollar convo on my phone soon as I wake up
We just trying to get the cake up like the bakers
Been balling in LA just like the lakers
I been running shit just like I was the mayor
I'm a star player
Packs in and packs out
Big weights we max out
Back doors we quiet as a mouse
Ninja feet we don't make a sound
Mama kicked me out
Because my music too loud
Came back from the dead
And I rose up from the ground
Had to push a couple pounds out granny crib
Opps knew where I live but they ain't never slid
She be trying to come and swallow all my kids
Tell her don't spit shit out better get a bib
Oh can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
I'm a act a fool bitch
You better move bitch just like Ludacris
Yeah let's do this
Yeah let's do this
Can you turn my mic
Can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
She want me to put the pipe up
Hell no I'm a let the pipe bust
Fuck around had to go into the night club
Fuck around might just spend us a light dub
Light this bitch up like a light bulb
Shoot it up light it up pass the blunts
Roll it up smoking gas that funky stuff
I got the touch like Midas
I'm first bitch eat my dust
Engineer and rap pied piper
See a bad bitch I might pipe her up
Whole lot of checks
I'm Nike up
I'm so up we so up we so up
On our way up on our way up
I'm on my way up
Million dollar convo on my phone soon as I wake up
We just trying to get the cake up like the bakers
Been balling in LA just like the lakers
I been running shit just like I was the mayor
I'm a star player
Packs in and packs out
Big weights we max out
Back doors we quiet as a mouse
Ninja feet we don't make a sound
Mama kicked me out
Because my music too loud
Came back from the dead
And I rose up from the ground
Had to push a couple pounds out granny crib
Opps knew where I live but they ain't never slid
She be trying to come and swallow all my kids
Tell her don't spit shit out better get a bib
Oh can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
Can you turn my mic up
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Writer(s): Rashaad Manning
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