Lyrics:
lil nigga?
Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas
And we the shit lil niggas
I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas
And your Rolex tick lil nigga
gentleman is going to be famous.
Knox: I’m sure you’re right, Mr. President.
Roosevelt: So, Attorney General, Knox, to what do I owe the honor of your
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
much Mr ow much are you charging?
I went on a stag do to London the other year
£5.50 for a motherchuffin' beer
I was broke by the first night, London's
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
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 hoe to get the picture
Look, I
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, so I headed in her
coz
I got obligations and she's in the situation
That she came to state, so this is our fate
Holding hands, a smile, a glimpse
A kiss and a dance
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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
. 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
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
my name
I’m cut from a different cloth so me and you are not the same
She say she went to Spelman well i let lil mama give me brain
FMF the family
garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she
garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she
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