Lyrics:
the paper, the news, every day I am
I don't know, it's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get
The shit, uh
Smokin' the strong like Mr incredible
(Shit strong)
Big Yavo the shit what I'm tellin' you, ayy
(Let's go)
You ain't the shit, I ain't smellin'
by the bay
And Mr. Ric Ricochet
We slay with the ringers
We bringin the ruckus
3 Points at a time
They all wanna duck us
It's crazy
Lil Aisly and Mad
today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' Mr. Postman
Oh daddy da
My eye eye
My mr. i hail
My mr. mr. i hail , mr. i hail
My mr. i hail
My mr. mr. i hail.
Oh Girly,
I get enough love in my heart
Two
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
I just want the money feel like Mr. Krabs
Smoking on Ms. Simpson feel like Homer
Smack em with da tec he in a coma
Imma get this money by my loner
Mitch
Cuz I'm flipping what I'm sewing
Call up mr dope man ask him what he doin (Aye)
Call up mr dough man see what he Pursuing (Aye)
Call up mr flex
I don't care, okay? I don't, I don't, I don't even, I don't even a little bit of a fuck, okay
And, and, so, so what? So what? So what? So what? So
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
Yummy lil' lady so damn gorgeous, mmm, damn delicious
All I really need is some smooches and swisher
Dank so smooth, my shawty say she wanna hit this
Give
Incidentally, dearie
You know Mrs. Mooney
Sales've been so dreary
Toby!
Poor thing is penniless
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh, well, got
Making my 3 piece swings
Serving them lil hoes
Coogie down nigga fresh clean
Dionte Wilder the way the boy swing
Cuz talking I think he dream
30
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
your surrounded by the fake?
Had food to cook but you didn't serve a plate
Life of an outcast gotta make with what you take
I close my eyes just so I can
to borderline
Because I’m sick yeah
They call me Mr. Madman
I was out, for not long
Three lusty women walked me home
When they left, they called me Mr. Madman
My
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
so let's get down
I'm sick and tired of you and this down low fight
From Contagious all the way to Mrs. Price
You done it now with Ms. Black Aisha
a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer, for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie
beezies
By my side
Cas i make this shit look easy
I'm from the cpt
So, rest in peace eazy
And mac d.r.e
Back to the bay
Briefly
Aye
We get hyphy on the beat
Pigs dying from bullet wounds to the chest
I'm sick of you hoes trying to run mine
I'm coming with a gun line running after one time
I got
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick
[intro:]
Ay ay ay ay ay hurricane ay ay ay ay I can't be wit you no more lil mama.
[chours:]
And that's why I'm leaving you
Sick of everything that
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