Lyrics:
The stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
the projects, I had to stick to the script
Every other day another person was hit
We rode busses to school, I followed the rules
First grade, second grade, packed
window
Don't walk up to my window
Big 4 5 ain't for show
I'll let it blow
You standing at the store and your trap slow
I don't want the shit lil bro that's
friends
so many series you can grow
endless drama that be gripping you
watch one episode then watch another
but your still watching friends
whose watching
Boss that's a J
Mr cooper
Eish
Mr cooper
Eish
Ey its Mr cooper
Eish
Mr cooper
Cooper
Mr cooper
Whole lot of bitches
They calling me Zuma
I told my ex
had to tell my nigga Lil'
Boo I met a girl like you
Cause I ain't never met another girl like you
But I know what to do wit a girl like you
Three
another one on me
This that charge it to game
Mr Propane
All my women
Look exquisite
And they go by different names
All gold everything
Trinidad James
Said
Fly that kite Fly that kite
With your lil brother n your mother by your side
Invited me to go to. Remember I told you
The honor would be mine, Hug
a thought from a thot
How you gonna talk
Looking like a episode of botched
Everything I do top notched
Everything you do look washed
'Bout to get squashed, by
whole fuckin click nigga, what the fuck you came for
I'm a ride with ya, or die with ya
Fuck it, we came this far, I ain't leavin without ya
Mr. magic
the rep lil realer
Whoa whoa
I been the good guy
Now its time to be a villain
Whoa whoa
Body bags, money bags
Want em by the waist
Check if the balance in
you from existance
niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Biatch!)
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'm a cut off his dick list
I mean my
'm not resisting ain't got no hand gun
Say Mr. Officer don't shoot me
I just wanna make it home and be family
It's another minority shot down by a special
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
goes another
Mr Zero stands still, and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow
As campfires of midnight dissolve in
Tell em' all another day
Tell em' all another day
(Uhhh)
Bitch I'm feeling drunk and I might need a little cab
All about this money get my check up Mr
Go get it by any means, long live the guys
The biggest double G Mr Go Get it
And I call myself the biggest even though I'm not the biggest yet
Look
GUILTY!!!!!
Judge I here by sentence you, wigger, to a 100 years confined to a chair, forced to watch episodes of the Andy Grifith Show, Hee Haw, and Lawrence
(It's Mr. Kso I'm all about the make dough)
(If you ain't bout the strips it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll ugh)
(Give out Ko's these niggas
and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb' truck, it look sexy, call it "Mrs. Urus"
Fucked up playin' around, now I'm serious
I got
tick
So take another pick
Ay
When I touch d body o
It makes her weak in the knees o
She say she want feel d boy o
That's when she turn and say
Mr
No disturbance
I Gotta new... Fuck it
New nickname alert
It’s Mr. I don’t bag these bitches
Bitches bag me
It’s Mr. I don’t bag these bitches
Bitches
in a cubicle
So I sit back on my legs
Imma count another am
Think my shit tapped by the fakes
Bills blue, leave these hoes on read
Leave em', uh oooh
I think motherfuckers saw it
Put the smoke in the air, Don't pass it
Don't roll no hemp, Roll a classic
If she gotta Lil butt when she shake it, I
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