Lyrics:
without explanation
Please don't patrionize me, Mr. Intentional
Oh, ohhh, ohh ohhh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure
The advice that we go,
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be swingin' like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin' dropped by
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
it's a round of applause
I gotta go, I almost fucked up a sale cause she wanna go a lil more
Send bro the lo, ayo the za by the mailbox she told me
freezin'
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
And you don't wanna cry about dad, but you need him
I grew up so fucked, but I didn't even deep it
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
smoke dust, the rail rust, that's inspired your truths
Hey Mr. Zimmerman, I wrote you a song
Just like the one you wrote, so long ago
Let's hear it for
Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
at all cause all I hear is
I love my self
I don't need need nobody else, I don't need nobody
I just need a bad bitch and a fast car, fat tits and her
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
looks is Unique
Whose Mrs. Huxtable smart and a freak
Can whip it up like a chef
Cas I be eating
Meat eater or vegan
Yes, I need three
Three beezies that
And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work... Than Any Dude... You... Knew
Girl I Am A Blood Su-Wu
I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo
I Will
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
[Mr. Short KHOP]
At "The Players Club" but I ain't pay though
Seen a trick flossin Lex-o, say hoe! Where yo' man at?
The hoe chaser, won'tcha put
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-be -O-why-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa,
that ricooo you can catch me up in Arnold
Fuck a government name I go by Mr know notta
Not no recruiter but you gotta pass a lot of tests if you wan be
bitch, give me noggin (bitch, give me noggin)
Why you laughin' and playin'? Ho, get from 'round me (ho, get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr
I'd hear him sing
I've got to walk that lonesome valley
I've got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
it snow bringing all them bricks in
So fuck it I'm money sprung, Mr. Go Get It Done
That shit ain't my fault, it's always reasons
I pull it, I bet he
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Yea I'm onna rise tryna count hella digits
Lil shordy down to ride I call her my lil mrs
Swear I need you by side cause when you not I really miss
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