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letra de oceans twelve - mike oxlong

[intro: brucie]
crew back in this b-tch

[verse 1: mykael quinntyn]
prove haters wrong, with a grammy and a maybach
you guys talk bullsh-t, we just state facts
all these b-tches act like they know me and this and that
but forgot these b-tches like way back
take her out, i mean in the diner table
take you out with a .45, driveby the dinner table
getting used to our arguments like i did with betrayal
she said she love it facial
just cause i act black, it don’t mean i’m biracial
like stuart in scream, i’ll be back in a little
mouse traps for the oppositеs of stuart little
taste the rainbow from out thе skittle
don’t be riddler, ain’t got time for riddles
was just like malcom but also was the middle
went pop, pop, pop, sh-t was a pistol
player and player, already making it official
i’m a boss, not like that, ain’t got time to check
i take longer more than yall men take a sec
like ralph in this b-tch, i got time to wreck
kick all these crazy women out, talkin’ e-x sh-t
you smoke yo opp then i’m down for that sh-t
f-ck all yo bs like when they said world ends in ‘012 sh-t
f-ck that chill, have s-x while watching netfilx
done with you, where’s my next list
myke and big in and out of texas
oh look, i got 100 plus phone calls missed
[chorus: brucie]
fame carried the game
and i married the game
got the money first, sadly gave her away
then she went all insane
by her way to the crowded train
i can get one chain and another chain
b-tch thats two chains
livin’ no lies like 2, 2 chainz
fame carried the game
and i married the game
got my money first, sadly gave her away
then she went all insane
by her way to the crowded train
i can get one chain and another chain
b-tch thats two chains
livin’ no lies like 2 chainz

[verse 2: mykael quinntyn]
they love adi like satan, man we going to h-ll
trust issues, issues that you’s gonna tell
relationship with me, only memory is in the hotel
myke quinn been the the king even back in ‘04
how many rings you got, i said like four
don’t think i don’t know struggles, once i was poor

because there’s 60 plus of us, that’s the scary thing
get money, money comes and goes, strangest thing
held you on gunpoint, now i know who can sing
just cause yo name angel, don’t mean you have wings like one
kissed so many b-tches, can’t remember
versace perfume on but they still smell trouble
i-i-i-i’m f-ckin’ done
yeah, yeah, my love is unavailable
i’m the best in my era, it’s not debatable
come on, gimme the heads up, god will land for it
mistakes happen every time but not aborted
and myke really mean it when i say you not important
b-tch, you not important
god said let there be light, your life was shortened
too raw to hit it in the morning
closet just full of extra and extra jordans
not my fault that high school fame became forgotten
a limo driver and extra b-tches, man, i got it
instead of my homies picking yo sh-t
yall motherf-ckas better pick out our cotton

[chorus: brucie]
fame carried the game
and i married the game
got the money first, sadly gave her away
then she went all insane
by her way to the crowded train
i can get one chain and another chain
b-tch thats two chains
livin’ no lies like 2, 2 chainz
fame carried the game
and i married the game
got my money first, sadly gave her away
then she went all insane
by her way to the crowded train
i can get one chain and another chain
b-tch thats two chains
livin’ no lies like 2 chainz
[verse 3: brucie]
game is game b-tch, back off, relax
me and my glock is on peak, right on the climax
kind of a doctor but no ucla graduate
myke in august, will and jada on some entanglements
all your 5 personalities can’t fit inside the cabinet
are you friends on the real, lemme validate
takin’ care of business, with andy tate
money in the convo, if sh-ts about collaborate
learned a lesson but yall motherf-ckas still receiving f’s
method act but wouldn’t be near as deaf
cut the beef, you can call me the chef
we ain’t that much of a danger to society
compared to the p-e-d-o’s
too cold on pg and pg-13, throwin’ b-lls of snows
cameras on me, sh-t is like the truman show
it’s not only me putin’ you on full blast
barged in our conversation, b-tch did you asked
in the future right now, still like its our past
i grab the henny then leave you off at last
my fist in the mouth shutter
ain’t tell you to zip but to take suffer
out of all of the womens, all of them wear the prada
but they like i can afford all the prada
all of the b-tches from different races, all love the money talk
don’t let the money sleep but let the money walk
wrestling from hollywood like the rock
and really, really, that’s when i say

- mike oxlong

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