Lyrics:
I done came up off a quarter of weed
I done came up off a quarter of weed
Back when that shit was still filled up with seeds
Yea yea yea yea
I done
a lil different (Move)
No big deal, I ain't lose sleep, really I rather be distant (Move)
Stay offline, I ain't got time, why don't y'all mind y'all
to move a lil different (Move)
No big deal, I ain't lose sleep, really I rather be distant (Move)
Stay offline, I ain't got time, why don't y'all mind y'all
And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay
Everyone's moving, with places to go
And Mr Zero - he sadly stands still
As the water goes one way, the train
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will
Bitch turn into some fucking zombies like it's Dead Island
Smoke a blunt or two, like lil' bro, now I'm fucked up
Her parents came inside the fucking
(Woo, woo)
She said she don't like how I act
She said "I don't play"
Yeah (yeah, let's go) , lil' shawty done fell in love with eating me up
Yeah, lil
pigeons I want me a coupe
Decapitate the top lil bitch I done cut off the roof
Deep sea diamonds, ocean blue like a pool
Inspector gadget bitch how I came
a show
We scamming hard to get them plays i know you see them post
You talking crazy on the gram I thought you was a hoe
He sold his soul for that lil post
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?
JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house
tryin to get a lil pussy, why'know I
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
the paint like O'Neil
Been had racks got no deal (no deal)
All these hoes know the deal
Bitch gotta fuck ain't no chill
I go by Mr OutSouf I get his low
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
about you tell me what I've done
Go ahead, Mr. Kringle
Well, we found uh
We found a Santa
A mall Santa
With eight stab wounds in his back
Uh-huh
In
She just wanna lil coca
She'll do it for the coca
Lil mama go loca
She just want some coca
She'll do a whole ocha
And when she done im gettin boca
lm being patience
Told my self good luck cause Im done of with waiting
Been moving fast day to day like a speed racer
I Know its in my head Lil nigga
'm done you can have this bitch
5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That
Damn she kinda cute
Aye you cute (thank you)
What you doing working in a place like this?
Boy I gotta pay my bills
You know? Mr. James a take care
whole vision
I’m aiming wit snipers precision
I done got got by a Rose
Like I ain’t hit a field of this bitches
Ain’t tripped off no thickets but
I
not no lil pump, yeah
I'm in that wam bam, color tan, Mercedes Maybach
Mr. Take yo bitch nigga, you won't get your bae back
In your girl stomach like
just like my bitch cause it's foreign exotic
She know I'm the coldest don't care who the hottest these diamonds be fighting like Boxers
Lil $tunna I
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