Lyrics:
smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)
[Mr. Bristal]
What, Cris flow 'ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)
Cock
Ah, Backstreet
Yes yes y'all
One time, here we go (yes yes y'all)
Ooh, ooh
Yes yes y'all
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you
Johnson, Mrs Johnson
I thought I gotta tell ya but now please don't tell no one
I gotta ask you, I gotta ask you
Could i please have an A
I gotta tell you
and kickin her ass
For the drama
I only got love for my baby's momma
[Chorus]
[Mr. Lil One]
Now the bad one
Comin in while you demand em
Fatal like a magnum
on me
And tonight could be the night you die
Fake chokes
Damn, I forgot what I was gon' say
Sike I lied
I'll squeeze 'til I get a Charlie horse
Extended
did my wrongs but I could be your Mr. Right (right)
It ain’t the end of the world or the end of ya life
I just wanna see you smile by the end
(Juvenile)
Lil one and gone
Lil one was stuck in this shit
Lil one say he gonna bust a nigga head if you fuck with his bitch
Lil one got the court hot
trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil
not only blind
But do you not hear
Excuse me Mr., but
Isn't that your oil in the sea
And the pollution in the air Mr.
Whose could that be
So
Talkin' bout money all the time put your stacks into it
Aye I'm Kso bae how you doin'
She sayin' that your boy fresco that's how I do it
Kso Mr. Get-Dough
goddesss and me-oh
How often this, how often, this the power of you
And so, I must confess
Whatever I see
I'm meant to be there with you
With you with
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
you feel this way
You said you'd be my baby
Never go away, go away
How could you leave when I need you, baby
How could you leave when I need
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
Said, he is running late,
But I am to seat you now.
[Broad]
Okay, thank you.
[Waiter]
Follow me this way.
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No time, no time)
Gotta pray for the wicked
niggas riding kicking in yo front door
But we could we could dead it all the front porch if you hear us
Mr. Officer Mr. Officer
Please take the red beam
bitch, you just a lil skeezer
Mr. Switch up the bitch, nice to meet ya
I'll switch up the bitch if I peep some
Yeah, my views going up full of creepers
We
So you know I understand Mr. Choko Noko
But just to explain anything
You know that's all it is
I wasn't involved in this
By any means
Mr. Choko Noko
and he The only chance for a better one Ms. & Mr. Little Ones Oh, I could rattle on about the good old days And even inwardly relive them vividly And how
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