Текст песни African Sex Freak Fantasy - Mike

I do the most for the cheese, more for your respect
He jumpin' out his beak, he think it's subtle but I peep that
It's too much of the team, we can't leave yet
Might need a limousine, or a P jet
I know it might seem like it's for nothing when I reject
Can't fuck with Mikey, my shit coming up as green text
You know it's Mike B, in the summer turn to Keith sweat
Take nothing lightly, you talking tough you getting' g-check
High speed, take a dunk and get your feet wet
Want all the nice things, but I ain't rushing, I'ma relax
Did it right, sittin' on some money that's a bean bag
Mid July my brother got on hoodie and a ski mask
I'm in the Stuy, Mussel this ain't Cookies in the weed bag
I be really fried, please don't think it's trouble when I speed past
It be me and Naav, plus I brought a couple of the G's
If it's me or not, if they in the huddle, they with team then