Lyrics:
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
That's right mothafuckas
Knightowl's back with some of that violent shit
With my boy Lil' One up in this mothafuckin house
Chris Gun up in this
nigga
and plus she know I ain't no lame nigga
and I ain't pressin' her just to see if my number's
in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
yo
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
like it's cursed, ooo, yeah
Walkin on ice I'm just gettin by, I'm rollin the dice no Yahtzee in sight
Now I'm on a mission like Totally Spies, ooo
Usin
'm fine
It's a science
You can't be denying
That my shit fire
If you ain't even try it
It's Mr. S.A.M.O
And I'm in the right groove
I'm sorry to be
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and axes
[Mr. Lil One]
Fool
tell just by the look in your eyes
You want me baby
You can get it if you want some
Better be ready cause you're in for a ride
Cause once I'm finish you
pistol smokey
Bitch, don't approach me
Or get blasted by bitches with toasties up in the Kochi
Ever since I ran that money up nigga got mad friends
Cherry
Sugar leaves soaking in gin again
That's how we win again
Infused Tanqueray
On my birthday
Mr Smoke It All
Smoked it all on the first day
I
dipped, slept wit, crept wit
Once you got needy and greedy sweetie I flipped like a brick
Sharing my oochie spending my chips
Like I'm up in the bricks
this sour lil' bih, gone dumb by my bickle
We gettin' money over here, sometimes I let him tickle
Sorry that I'm pressure, you big mad he always choose
don't want none and that's word to lil Reese at the top It's just up real people hard to come by I don't duck wid em much I'm wid bro smoking Runts that's
true, sir.
We're Who's who, sir.
I'm a Who and so is she
Mayor & Mrs. Mayor:
We're tiny little people blowing by in the air,
Wonder how and why
We're
Wanna give a huge shout out to the fam I know I wouldn’t be doing this right now if it wasn't for yawl
Ya
I got love for all my brothers and lil
skill strictly, rock handles pill prickly
Atlanta had 'em hooked props ran to Lil Dicky
Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once
Timothy, where have you been?
I been in Athens, Georgia by way of Bubba Sparxxx
When the +Nights+ were +Bright+ and all the +Days+ was +Dark+
But now
That you've never seen Iller
When I kidnapped Lil Yatchy
And dumped his body
In Minnesota next to my Toyota
I'm the Zodiac killer Drinking cognac
Just
this point man took a long time
Used to get rejected by girls, now they all waiting for me in a long line
Concert sold out in the city marquee I can call
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung
I remember Christopher
such a man
so brave and tall
he took the baby Jesus
in his
be
Yeah I'm feeling fresh to death I feel like Mr. Mosley
I met her in the east, I went and told her touch yo toes b
She was out of place, I put a lil
within you?
Help me, I can no longer cry
So take your life in hand and live it day by day
One moment at a time 'til death comes to collect you
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