Lyrics:
the other guy get by (how he get by)
Now you the main reason a guy stay high (why I stay so high)
Aye lil bae, aye lil bae, aye lil bae (aye lil bae)
I'm not
'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But
I'd rather blow up then to blow from some becky,if ya got no control, you will be never ready, call me Mr Sandler coz I'm clickin with the melody, like
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might
Stay there, runnin' with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin' but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease,
to see how bad I fuckin' stunted
I wish my grandma was here to see how much that I accomplished
I just stopped by my lil' brother and gave him a hundred
Dizaster it's on you
Can y'all hear me man? Aw man
This gon' be a long night bro whooo! Whooo!
How we gon' chop this one the
Fuck up? What's up? Shouts out
got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go
because I ain't never been scared
When Lil Percocet slide, he don't want nothing but your head
I ain't never ran from a nigga
Sometimes I forget I got lead
Keep that drake on me like Mr.OVO that new production
I be keeping it a stack this that new percussion
Lil bro died behind the wheel shit was deviating
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
a shit (Uh)
Steady just stacking my chips (Yeah)
I'm bout my dough like my name Mr. Krabs
I'm bout my dough like my name Mr. Krabs
I'm bout my dough like
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
feel the real touch
Find a real Mrs. 'til the fog is gone
With God as my witness, I'ma sober up
I'ma sober up
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
Mr. James sits on a park bench
Feeds the pigeons from the crust of his bread
And I come around from time to time
To hear his stories unwind
Cause
respect, too
Yeah, bitch believe that they gon' die by my respect, too
Yeah, they gon' die by my respect, too
They call me Mr. Disrespectful
I'll fuck
can drink a lil' mo'
(They can drink a lil' mo')
Oh, you don't hear me tho?
(Oh, you don't hear me tho?)
They can drink a lil' mo
If ya lookin' for me
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
ay ay)
(I'm excited to hear what you have to say to be honest)
(Skrrrrt)
(Lil homie)
...
fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by Elvis
Let's bet it on all red
And let's do it all over again
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker
Man look
I’m Mr. Jody
Just leave me alone
I say I ain’t with the beef
That’s for petty niggas that’s under paid
Grind or lose the weight
I know how
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
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