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    "Everything That's Yours" Lyrics

    Odd Future

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    [Verse 1: Mike G]
    Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces
    You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces
    Same on the T, L's on my jeans
    Everythin' clean so I'm fly as angel wings
    And I got a bunch of dreams but they don't mean nothin'
    B*tches tryna kick it like they Vicki B's husband
    See we stuntin', trees he be puffin'
    Got nothin' on me, baby you don't need substance
    And I ain't pursuit 'less you Mike Jack Bad
    Complex like math, smooth like jazz
    Never lose my swag got my back like a sponsor
    Iceberg cool still burn like contra
    Name another n*gga that could take off without a launcher
    Fresh, and all my bombs atoms like Yolanda

    [Verse 2: Mike G]
    Probably the sickest n*gga spittin' that isn't really known
    And they think that I'm from Houston cause I like my music slow
    Got a high school diploma, I'm gettin' every dollar
    Rough neck n*gga had to fix my collar
    Wake up in the mornin' feelin' big like Texas
    Death to any n*gga tryna take my breakfast
    No hesitation dog you shouldn't even bother
    Ask my father even he know I'm a king like Arthur
    Gave you a warnin', now you facin' hazards
    Shit they fiend for I call it blue magic
    Pure shit n*gga I call it blue magic
    F*ck Maybach Music, this is brand new Jag shit
    F*ck Teddy Pain this is Teddy Pendergrass shit
    It's like I've never been healthy, sicker than your average
    Game on lock, chain on the same
    Screens in the whip and they goin' fall like rain
    Ice in that b*tch, so it's cold like hail
    Like hell find a n*gga that don't feel me like brail

    [Verse 3: Mike G]
    Yeah, I'm a know-it-all, can't tell me nothin'
    Greedy genius I just want it all like my cousin
    I don't need it but I still take the cars and the girls
    Went from bout gettin' the money to about gettin' the world
    I'm a real n*gga man, I ain't dealin' with the haters
    Only time I start writin' is when they run outta paper
    Even then my flow sick, so I probably won't need it
    Say you're makin' moves, but I probably won't see it
    N*gga you could rap, but you like to front
    See me in the 'lac, tell your b*tch bring a blunt
    My n*gga I'm back, meet me in the front
    Call this everythin' that's yours cause that's everythin' I want
    This song was submitted on January 3rd, 2012.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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