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Call you prime, baby, you're on
Get away or you can get on your knees
You pop in a beat, ecstasy
I just be fresh, I'm your Mr. Clean
You cannot see,

Crack a Lack on the track
M.R. Dot, D.RIOT we up
Crack a Lack was good homie
I think we might have one

I think we might be on to something
Let's get

its illegal
Lil' bitch it's the money seminar I'm the teacher
Counting up 100 bands in a mazzi, eureka
I got a off shore account in Costa Rica
I'm in

[Big Gipp talking]
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really

as if I had a nine
I move the crowd like Moses parted the Red Sea
And make hits like ball players in Cincy
If that's a reach then call me mr fantastic

supremes
Run through ya team
Lookin so fresh and so clean
Lighting shit up with the beam
Serving the fiends
He say I look like dream
Getting that green by

she my cute lil baddie hot rockin body 
pls dont make me mr lonely 
and i got that things that i just wanna say 
im the one who cares at the end

than I ever been
Strapped in a chair while they figure out my medicine
Alive bitch, I'm the abomination
Mr. Needs more meds than the common patient
It's

screaming out
Brother's Don't Change
I be damn near
Everywhere that them boys ain't
My lil dawg will risk it all for some spray paint
If me and Keenan in your

niggas all hoodlums we love hoochie mamas
We came from the (Southside)
Girl back that azz up, I'm a juvenile like Mr. Carter
Your man he ain't really

on a shirt
(I'm just playing come cop this Hunnit Up tho, aye)

I miss my nigga, why they have to put him in the dirt?
Yinny sipping on that same shit Mrs

explodes like a bomb hit

Bitch, I shot it
Get my team, that's a mob hit
Call me Mr. Clean, I mop it
Blowin' smoke while she slop it

Oh shit, fire, that's

Hey!
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million yall!
This one be the reeemix!
Badass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya

Knock It Out

Yung Joc

New Joc City [Clean]

2006

[Bridge]
Lil mama I'ma (beat it up)
All night I'ma (beat it up)
That mouth, I'ma (beat it up)
That back, I'ma (beat it up)
That's right I've

[Chorus:

the ship into warp drive
Fly by, outlaws better look alive
Speed up, I got the ship into warp drive
Fly by, outlaws better look alive
Count up the days
Been

Ooh-ooh, uh
You know what I'm sayin'?
You see that difference?
Haha
Yeah, Mr. Finch, 40's and bud, hoes know
It's that real love, the energy,

long lines of royalty
I'm a royal myself on my mother's side
Your lifestyle's high
But your funds are low
You need to marry a lil' honey whose daddy got

rolled on
Yeah, I let you spend the night lil shawty you can't go home
Now, what the fuck is that about
Got all them damn chains on can't even pay for your

they tried us out in public then they ass got jumped
That was my (Boo)
I was trippin' if I ever thought of dippin' bae, I'm tryna be a mrs. I ain't

Vvs I'm blinded by my necklace
Activist I got it off my check list
Looking at my past I don't regret shit
Gotta pray to god that I repent shit

said I wish I knew why
I keep on working hard tryna get us to Dubai
Im thinking long distance it's more than the hood told my brothers they trippin
By

Foot on the gas 
I don't got no choice 
Need me a jag 
And need me a Royce 
All on the W.E.B
Like Mr. Dubois 
Gotta thank god 
He gave me the voice

Pussy terrorist
Got that dope D
O.D
Make her slit her wrist
Mr. Clitoris
Here to finish this no minute man
I got you kitchen dick
Now to the bed legs by

drug selling
How come 69 ratted but she ain't never tell it
I'm guessing Mr. Tekashi wasn't built to be a felon
Better walk it like you talk it Migos