Lyrics:
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
hand like
Man I really been geekin like
Mr.Vibey, bitches get to freaking like
And my drip more than decent
Dress for the store, throw some Balmain jeans
Can't see me, ooh I'm chameleon
Gotta make a whole bunch more millions
Gotta make a whole bunch more millions
Throw your motherfuckin' hands up, yeah
Pumas
And my name Mr k Almighty, try to low ball
But she speaks only highly, try me, Q
Let's see how many do it
Put your hands up now
Let's see how many
for that playin'
We don't come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe, my lil' wife, she'll never be
a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you want
a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you want
the K
Yeah, that's the good life
And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life
Where your mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they
-me-down-jeans?
Thought I'd never make it but I made it y'all.
Cause I had
[Chorus]
Jesus! When I had nothing, had to struggle and was up to no good.
Jesus!
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta cup a lil
work you to tears. I've made a full of strangers throw hands in the air. I know you sense danger I can see it in your stare. Don't provoke anger when
the sole, the solo
You shorten up my name
You can call me Mr. Ono
The rest counts 1, 2, 3
Now reverse 3, 2, 1
Raise my hands in victory
Cause im the only one
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
Grym
Throw it up for your hood
Throw it up for your pride
Throw it up for your mama
Throw it up for your daddy
Throw it up for the world
Throw it
bands now givenchy all over me gotta make sure I stand out fuck it I got it up out the mud never had my hands out I keep the .45 by the six pack better
Oooh, you a smut
You out here cuffing, I'm tryna beat up some guts
I say oooh, bitch, get nasty
She throw her weave on now she tryna be fancy, like
When my lil' brody call, I'm sendin' green dots
If my lil' nigga call, I'm pushin' on your block
Shout out my OG, he get him by the block
This
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
The Shocker]
Bounce, shake
[Lil' Romeo]
Lets do this!!
[Lil' Romeo]
Throw your hands up, from my circle ya'll stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some ***
Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it's a wrap, she still
'm fasta
You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullevard
]
It's a quarter to 3
And I'm about to go
Ey Mr. DJ please, would you throw my record on
Cuz the girl on the flo's lookin right (right),
and you've been
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