Lyrics:
My dogs them are different
Nigga, I am Mr. Skeng, spot the difference
Big Mike, don't need no assistance
So please give a nigga some distance
Name
tall, grill it come from Paul Wall
No cocallins shawty, yeah I keep the Paul Wall
The Lil Wyte, the Eminem, you know the (8 Mile)
Gucci
Run it back
He eat it up, yeah he freaky
He drop a bag just to see me
He lick me up like a lollipop
(He call me his lil sweetie)
He want my love I can't love
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
was hot, but I to keep takin cause I had to get RICH
Now I got a lil BIT OF SCRATCH
Alligator in the lab, you be on a nigga back, you be servin packs
She my lil (she's mine she's mine)
Oh
She's my lil shoota (she's my my my my)
(oh yeah oh yeah yeah)
Hook:
Hook:
If i pull that fifth in traffic
nothin' but the way them crestside streets raised me
I'm shady, all my game make you trust me
Players love me, haters dodge and duck me
They hidin' while
of love I'm done
I love when you with me
I grip on her titties
I fly her to my city
My shooters come and get me
I just thug it through the weather
That
the bitches in the back
You suck my dick (Veeh)
I’m the type of nigga
That like fight fire wit fire
Once you get punched by my rival
It’s at least gon be wire
and flip it gotta get it ten ways
Thug it by myself
Why I need yo help
You left me before you don't know just how that felt
Stranded in that water
Had
drums
We pull up right on they block and we spray shit for fun
Lil shawty she my lil rider, yea that's my lil thug
Every time that she get me high, no I
till I'm in a casket
Real hood nigga I love me a ratchet
I don't know shit if they ask me what happens
Take a lil shroom check the vibe it's legit
I be
then)
All of my niggas are savages
Have you dead by the weekend nigga
I'm tatting up all of my sleeves
Memories hit and I run to the weed
My cousin
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
I'd chef you up some spaghetti, let's eat us some of that
You and our daughter play with my beard, you know I'd love that
I call you lil' mama for
through it
I Love you mama, Yeah you raised a lil soldier (You raised a lil soldier)
Said I Love you mama yeah, Look at me grow a lil older (Look at me
Play the telephone game
Mr telephone
I ain't hear a fucking thing
Cause I'm never home
Play the telephone game
Mr telephone
I don't need a damn thing
to the money yeah I love that shit to death nigga
Yeah the vows is by the
By the Dollar sings
Making racks until I fucking die
Ooh, making bands
I don't want no
and fuck
And now here your giggle master ceremony for Master Ray's party
And here it is introducing Master Raider number one
Are you by any chance a door
of a dangerous kind (grrah)
I'm tryna see how a gangsta move
I don't think you should play with me (why?)
'Cause you gon' end up like the last opp
I'm a thug
Its more trials than errors
If yo heart ain't in it my nigga What does that tell ya
I had no uncles to tell me keep My head up lil nigga
I had no
My bitch wanna leave me, said I ain't shit she need to move on from the past, she know
I am not one of them niggas I'm Mr., I fell in love with a bag
don't want Your love
No romance without the finance, Make it rain nigga you know that I Dance
Could I get yo number baby by Chance, look at my figure look
everybody else
I need to change by myself
It's hard without you here
I know love ain't easy
I don't think it's sposed' to be
But I want you
We'll be fine
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