Lyrics:
me
Lil nasty bitch
Cute face, slim waist, nice ass and tits
It's a damn shame that lil' sweet thing ain't nothin' but a freak thing
"In Love With
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break
Bricks from the cartel
Stamped with the naked lady
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby
You hear the classic shit
lil' niggas hatin' 'cause I'm hotter now
It's only OneWay to the top
I'm 'bout to thug it out
Presidential Rollie on my wrist
I gotta bust it down
2019
a drone
Watch it from your phone
How the twin so cold
Younger pussy old
Lil pussy on a roll
Mr David Knowles
Said I captured souls
And I now my
defend me
Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew?
Are they with me? It's Mr. Majesty, Capo and (Que!) Que, huh
From the West Wing, soldiers
on everything like a bitch, but-
Yeah
I'm shooting shots like I'm Curry, lil nigga, swear I been wet
You sleeping with your brother, bitch, to me, that looks
.go fuck em up
Crazy what yo bro name he mr. Go run from us
What I call yo bitch huh that's mrs.come suck me up
Gotta boy dats inna band he mr.go drum it up
clean you up leave you disease lil nigga
Put you on ice mr freeze lil nigga
Its that ride or die
Caught him by surprise
Milli in my eyes
Knock him off his
niggas mad
Mr t, I ain't showing no pity
One false move, we on your ass
Won't stop 'til the gun turn empty
I got some problems, I paid them the fee
waiting, searching, and looking into the nightfall
I'm pulling up to your hood, just give me one call
I put some thug in your, Should've known from the start
that lil paper
I show love cuz ain't no hatred
Niggas steady counting favors
I looked out for a lotta niggas
But I still ain't nun they favorites
They be
ya 1-0
I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the dough
And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures
I computer love baby Wayne ya
ya 1-0
I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the dough
And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures
I computer love baby Wayne ya
Made love on the 3rd
Moving too fast
Yea my life can be obscured
Wantchu see the bad
Looking from the top floor
Chauffeur to your apartment
I need you
beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and swap game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets
If you peeping from the south we about
off from my parents not many people hit my line
Only person that I had just stuck his dick inside my wife
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
me pics I like the ones with the suds
Don't be shy I swear I ain't finna judge cause...
I wanna thick bitch love me just like I'm rich bitch
Take you
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
And he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts
by the way that I be singing this song
She be talking bout love
No shame when you say you ain't done
But right now I just fuck with my thugs
It takes
2
This my autobiography, signed sincerely
L.I.L this the motherfucking J.U.L
Bitches get spell checked like Kim from 05
I remember the come up, just
'm a bad boy like Didi, got my money out the trenches (bad)
I bought her a Bentley because lil' mama expensive (skrrt)
I'm lookin' at my haters through
a fifth of your soul then we piss on your name
[Mr. Lil One]
Gold digging bitches always out to grab the lout
Grab my twenty-five pull at they mind
girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around
Tsss, I got to take some time to myself real quick, like, I got to go on, like, a lil' drive real quick, ma
I'ma be back, like, I'ma let you know
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