Lyrics I Like - Mike Mills

I like fast cars
I like crashing bad broads
I like throwing up the Four while rolling gas in Cigars
I like repping the southside
Filling Dutches with Three Five's
And if you want the smoke I'll have you clipped up like a zip tie

I like fast cars
I like crashing bad broads
I like throwing up the Four while rolling gas in Cigars
I like repping the southside
Filling Dutches with Three Five's
And if you want the smoke I'll have you clipped up like a zip tie

Mike Millie From That Flight One Gang
I like trapping, I like rapping, I like stacking up this change
Bitch my flow is fire these niggas ain't even butane
I like making rappers nervous so they'll never same my name
I like foreigns cars, Cancer Bitches with Long Legs
Buying out the bar, I drink D'Usse not Champagne
I like Cuban Links, just look at my damn chain
Then look at my wrist it be screaming out ball game
Ima big stepper block, block repper I be with the gang
You niggas lesser, mad extra you could never hang
That's why I keep my distance, So I suggest you do the same
Cuz there's nothing I like better then causing you suckas pain

I like fast cars
I like crashing bad broads
I like throwing up the Four while rolling gas in Cigars
I like repping the southside
Filling Dutches with Three Five's
And if you want the smoke I'll have you clipped up like a zip tie

I like fast cars
I like crashing bad broads
I like throwing up the Four while rolling gas in Cigars
I like repping the southside
Filling Dutches with Three Five's
And if you want the smoke I'll have you clipped up like a zip tie

I like bad bitches
And lighting green Like Christmas
Dutch Masters not Swishers
Cashing out mad digits
Wearing ice mad frigid
Polar Bear flow
I hibernate with like nine bitches
You wish I was lying bitches
My drip is on Nine Billion
Even when I'm chillin
Might flip me like Nine chickens
Thats Nine sets of wrist flickin
In Nine different trap kitchens
Word To Bojangles nigga
You can get your fixin'
Have the fiends backflippin
Yea we outside getting it
Them Flight One Boys bout bidness
That paper we gotta feel it
And stack it up to the ceiling
Them niggas being hating and shit
Cuz they ain't Great as we is
Came from a couple from racks
Wait till We getting these M's

I like fast cars
I like crashing bad broads
I like throwing up the Four while rolling gas in Cigars
I like repping the southside
Filling Dutches with Three Five's
And if you want the smoke I'll have you clipped up like a zip tie

I like fast cars
I like crashing bad broads
I like throwing up the Four while rolling gas in Cigars
I like repping the southside
Filling Dutches with Three Five's
And if you want the smoke I'll have you clipped up like a zip tie