Lyrics:
that n****
who gives a damn about that b****
So n**** step up you get f***ed up
I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up
So n**** step up you
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
[Mr. Lil One]
Jack 'The Ripper', strippin mothaf**kas for their egos
Peace to all the bald heads, mobbn in their regals
Need no mothaf**ka to be
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
the process of presidents
I'm a tnt and m-o-be
Mr. f-I-e-n to the d
Be-a double d-s to the t
? ? ? the barrel is chrome
Cause your ass ain't makin it home
We
you'll surely try, but off these pills yeah I'm gonna fly
MGK who I wanna be but playing puck is how I'm tryna be
6'2" with no shoes, honestly I can
I'm Mr. Pessimist
Mr. Pessimist
Nah, I'm Mr. Pessimist
I'm Mr. Pessimist
You said the good get rewarded
The rewards must be in heaven
So we let
Chorus: Lil Caesar
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
*repeat x2*
One two y'all, uh, uh
Easy livin, bitches
a microphone
'Cause I take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't
of the better veterans
Who murderin' and get up on the beat
And be the one up in the middle
Of the battle and I'm ready
For the war, I be the one and when I do it
Ooo lil b**ch I'm up Ooo
On hella drugs Ooo
Piss in my cup Ooo
We let the shots out the draco
We f**k em up Ooo
I let the b***h hit the gas once
Now
the YSB babies
Think he mad we the YSB babies
That b**** she bad on daily ouh
Dat ass so fat, dats on baby
I f**** your b**** when I'm ready
I'm getting
There's no reason for y'all to be lying
If you don't show respect for me then why
Mad 'cause I'm not gone bow down to yo spite
You a fake ain't nothing get
bad bad
No pussy in my circle only fucking with the bosses
You a snake lil slime
You might catch a toe tag
I'm a problem with the bitches
I don't really
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F
sing about her
Look, I'm such a mess
Please don't go Mr. Duckworth
Just wait a minute
I know you're the greatest rapper on Earth
But I'm not finished
I
heard lil mama wanna f***
She gotta man but... he don't got no bands 2 run it up
If I hit it guaranteed that b**** is gonna fall in love aye
She keep
friends
But that's who wit me as we f*** up the true ends
So don't be trippin if your luck's gone bad, be glad
It'll empty out the fake f***in friends
me do that (alright)
Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish
5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them n***** to bet against
worldwide I got goons in your own pack
(Say dat again) Hatin n*ggas betta fall back
I'm worldwide I got goons in your own pack
HOOK
Boy who? (Boy who?)
I
like a bad bitch
I'm a big dog, bitch, can't lil' sis me (lil' sis me)
Hoes get views when they tryna diss me
Make one move, got 'em in a tizzy (in
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