Lyrics:
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I red the text, what that shit say?
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
nigga, (?)
Might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist
(?) put me high (?)
You can do that, flyin', fuck, do this
And yeah I'm from the slimiest
for a nigga
40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
Fuck
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
hoes)
Say fuck them hatin' niggas
(Fuck them hatin' niggas)
Say fuck them hatin' niggas
(Fuck them hatin' niggas)
Yeah, we 'bout to crunk
Up in this
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (hahaha)
Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone, ayy, yeah, ayy, uh, Vlone
(Did it by myself)
Did it by myself, did it by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one
California but I'm on every corna
Krs fredwreck
Never say we neva warned ya
Conscious lyrics its time for a lil bit
Ya hear how I'm spittin it
No one is
)
One time for your mind, say it (yeah, yeah)
Well, I'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove, I'ma show you how to move
Come, Mr. DJ,
is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear you say, "Turn it up"
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Turn it up Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (come on)
Can
videos
And shoulda showed you just how I'm beatin'
What the fuck wrong witchu boy
Real shit, yeah I'm 'bout a disaster
You could get eat nigga
Aids don't
me what love got to do with it?
Loc, as we both feel good when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone
But me and Mrs
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together
for your mind say it (Yeah Yeah)
Well I'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove I'ma show you how to move
Come come
Come Mr. DJ
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
[Lil' Rob]
Wuz up homie,
check out the suburban right there homes
[Mr. Shadow]
Which one, the black one?
[Lil' Rob]
yeah, it's following us check it out
. Quiet, shhh
Bitch don't make a sound
Yeah
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy tell my
fees (Yeah)
Fuck your team, boy, I did it with no guidance (Whoa)
I'm South Brooklyn's finest
Address me as your highness (I'm the king)
I'm lookin'
ready to fuck
Look
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be the bartender,
fuck her good, you can tell by what her friends say (yeah)
I'm out the hood, lil' mama know we ain't friendly (nah)
We livin' good, lil' mama, Rovers
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