Mickey lyrics
by cupcakKe
[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck do you think you is?
Cheatin'-ass n*gga woulda gave and give
Takin' two Ls straight, I could never see it
That's an LLC, but that's none of my biz
I said who the f*ck are you? (Let me know)
I'm not finna sit right here and argue
You actin' like a whole mo-motherf*ckin' Mario
Swear to God you ain't got all your marbles
This that don't call my motherf*ckin' phone no more
You want that b*tch? Then you can have that ho (Oh yeah)
Only time you seeing me now it's through a slideshow
Tried to ride for you, but man, you drive too slow (Skrrt)
So it's f*ck you, I'ma just start off fresh
And I ain't even really the type of b*tch to flex
But it's a exorcist when I walk past these n*ggas
'Causе all them n*ggas just turn around and break they nеcks
You picked the silent treatment, since your phone on silent
Shut the f*ck up, man, just be quiet (Shhh)
Everything ain't about you, this ain't no island
All I hear is, "Aye-aye" like a f*ckin' pirate
And that's why you can't get no respond to your text
Gender reveal, he just here for the sex
You can be a n*gga whole twenty-six alphabets
And that n*gga gon' still pick the ex
On my life when you f*cked that b*tch, I couldn't understand how a n*gga so bold (How?)
When I done got your di*k way harder than some motherf*ckin' McDonald's fries when they cold
Heart so froze, I done put that ass in a L like a motherf*cker touchin' they toes
Just for you to cheat with a force ass b*tch who only wanna pic for relationship goals?
Ayy, pause, man, back it up
I packed your bags and they packed as f*ck
If I ever see you while I'm out with my new n*gga, I'ma grab his di*k while he smack my butt
I moved on 'cause I'm too grown and I can't pick up, n*gga, I'm so sorry
I got so many different n*ggas now, he saved my number under Lori Harvey, ayy
[Chorus]
Many, many, many, many, many, many, many
How many n*ggas on my line? Got many
How many n*ggas I decline? That's many
How many commas in my account? Uh, many
How many commas I'ma use? Um, plenty
Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey
He sneakin' out the house like a mouse, call Disney
Two can play this game, motherf*cka, I'm litty
When a n*gga act Mickey, then you gotta have Minnie, uh
[Verse 2]
Please, stop likin' my pics
I know this lil' pus*y you miss (Ah)
You left me for a new b*tch then realized shawty sh*t smell like fish (The f*ck?)
My upgrade lookin' delish, he eatin' this pus*y, chef's kiss (Come on)
I'ma ride his di*k like Ciara then pop a pus*y, that's Sierra Mist, ayy
I ain't never trippin' on a weak-ass bum that say he with the guys, with the lies-ass n*gga
And all these b*tches on my page resembling white people Kool-Aid, like why so bitter?
These hoes hate hard but be fans (Huh?)
Worried I'ma take they mans (Huh?)
She logged in his page just to block me at nine but that n*gga unblock me at ten
b*tch, think again (b*tch, think again, b*tch, think again, b*tch, think again)
(b*tch, think again, b*tch, think again, b*tch, think again, b*tch, think again)
[Outro]
Many, many, many, many, many
Yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many
b*tch, I got many
Yeah, I got many (Yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many)
Yeah, I got many
I said, "b*tch, I got many"
Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey
n*ggas so Mickey
These n*ggas so Mickey
But, b*tch, I'm feelin' picky