Lyrics:
that's yo daddy gun
This lil uzi finna pack a punch
Yo yes men gave you a big head bitch you Mr. Mackey
You not pistol packin
Stick to rapping
Matter fact
She told me to spit all up in her mouth
I'm abusing this shordy biting on her ass
Man you know my lil bop I'm Mr movin tact
Me and brodie gon clean up
are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things
[Jin]
The moral of the story is
Don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think
Play Drawn
By My Brother
Said I gotta be the one to make it out here with the music
Move my parents in a big house swear to God that I'ma do it
All
the bag by the sunrise
Yeah I'm getting high like the sunrise, shawty yeah she the main prize
Shoot him up yeah like it's dice, didn't hit once yeah I hit
Emcdouble, Lil Jupi, Avery Storm
Let's get it
I'm out here like a chef, with the Chopper
Harley Davidson, with the chopper
Boy, I make them run, with
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
you do
Nah I ain't gone fucking with you
You fucking lil gatekeeper
I'm a steak eater
Cause up all on my tables a plate of beef
And you be fake
then cuff ha, I'm the new Mr. Steal Yo Hoe
She get turned on by the sound of my voice and the tats I show
Don't you blink cause next thing you know she
to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
Fuck all of that shit (uhh)
I'm doing it the way I wanna do it
Look, I'm (Lil
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
She call me Mr. put it down
That's only when she put it up
Said she wanna' feel something
Baby I could hook it up
Baby giving straight jaw
Something
vienen los malos
Mi primo dice que no sabe ni quien es quien
De pequeño jugando pilla pilla
Ahora tirando estas cerillas
Perdiendo modales
Nose si lo
to us
Mr. G on the guitar, and he’s doing the sweep
Mr. J on the drums just do the beat
I’m Mr. P, I’m on the mic, my basslines are sick
We gonna rock
I’m creasy for you
yeah, yeah, yeah Freak World
El Tigre Fino, Mr. Dominican
y esto se llama menggaetronic
pa los freaky na ma, freak and proud.
Tu
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
Oh, I already see what it is
He thinks he's a gangsta
Mr. Collipark!
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't
the pape it's on the floor
Keep pouring them baby ass lines lil Nigga pour a 4
And I get cash don't pay taxes high fashion put it on
Put it on bitch
Look aye
on the floor
Aunt Lil had me cracking up Errday
R.I.P mama Lil and Eva Mae
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Doesn't it feel good to be in my
vibe, that's a cool lil night yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Be my misses officer, by the end
the only way that i
Get to see you again today
And to be honest to be
Fully honest this feels great
Oh Mr sandman (Whatchu want?)
Bring me a dream
Make it
like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
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