Lyrics:
latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't -
some fun and see where this lands us at
Then spent my life til this day loving every moment we have
I, never strayed away from new found love
In fact I
Ave, had the scoop with the camp
I know mama Thug livin' richer than friends
You know Dolly, Doraah from the block, they the best
I got two twins in
Somewhere between the late PM, early AM
I wrote this to Carpe Diem, amidst the mayhem
If I spread love and cause a ruckus in the system
Will a nut come to my
hit thug i got some papers
We got henny by the gallon that shit regulation
God woke us up this morning so we celebrated
I feel like teezy all a nigga do
of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr
one's worse!
My nigga Bone held the chrome
'til I came home
Thug love players tell these bitch
Niggas "bring it on" i caught a plane out to
Cleveland late
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
and you'll be my missus
My Lil' Buffy, my little Ethiopian, my lil' hub
My lil' brown baby tryna be a thug
Mrs. Buffy 'til I met Becky
Shit was up, then I
up
It's a homicide, you ain't from the gang, lil' bro
Well, then you gotta die, I love it when I hear that glock bust
You see they mama cry, I
still a thug get bump
From slow pokin' to locomotion, hittin' bunnies, for threesomes getcha buddy
When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut, 10-4
Thick
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
I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan
love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys
[Lil' Flip]
like that"
(Suckas)
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker
I leave you I'm talking about you motherfucker
(Hook X4 {Mr. and Boo)
It's funny how, now, girls they
to go away
Even though I never know the outcomes
It's always safe to pray
And try to do my best to
Understand he write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I
saying nigga we the hope
Do it for Jay
I ain't going nowhere we gone thug everyday nigga play I'ma do it for Zay
My lil cousin he bad if a nigga want smoke
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
to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in
what she need she wanna be Mrs. Wright
All them plays I done made
Boy I should've been in Vype
It don't take much to bag her I catch her she giggle
Come
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe
Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit
Pulling live out of Philly
Young nigga love popping bad bitches
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