Текст Mike Stud – Ante Up

Yeah, uh huh, you know who it is
Mike stud, homie. Yeah, uh huh

What up world, welcome to the major league
Style’s sick, quick to make a hater sneeze

Stand up. what now. Hands up. Touchdown.
T-t-t-touchdown. yeah, everybody.
Put your mothafuckin’ hands in the air
x2
Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on
Bounce
Come on, bounce
Put your mothafuckin’ hands in the air
x2
Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on
Bounce

Fuck patience, I’m tired of waitin’
I’m speeding to the top
It’s a violation
Green like gonna write the tickets
So close to the top spot that I can sniff it
You smell that, yeah me too
Catch me out in Maui with a brew on a ski do
What up girl, I know you like dat
Damn right come here, I know you like dat
Mike stud, the cook, I got the recipe
Sittin’ on top of the bread like a sesame
And I got my enemies in the frenzy
Makin’ memories while you’re barely
Makin’ ends meet
Nobody sick as me, run ya’ll history
Go on, get a clue, I’m an unsolved mystery
And I do it on a day to day basis
They try to hate, but you can’t erase greatness

Stand up. what now. Hands up. Touchdown.
T-t-t-touchdown. yeah, everybody.
Put your mothafuckin’ hands in the air
x2
Now bounce, come on, bounce,
Come on, bounce, come on, bounce
Put your mothafuckin’ hands in the air
x2
Now bounce, come on, bounce,
Come on bounce bounce bounce, bitch

Mike stud, homie