Lyrics:
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
paper dusse
Not working on the plan b
Im sticking to the A
Boy ya fake really showing
I see your toupe
Only time they balling
Is my player 2k
What you
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
gon' run from it?
100k in the glocks, you think it's bucks, buddy
Just like I'm Mr. Krabs, bitch, you know I love money
Ayy, you tried homie, you
from 808
Damn we gone make it happen
We gone make sumn shake
Take off do the race
I don’t wanna wait
It’s not by mistake
It’s just T.O.K
Stack up
give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be -G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone
(X2)
Jaane do use kyun yaadon me rakh k jee raha
Ki kya thi tune galti kyun deta tu hi saza
Jaane do
Jaane do
Jaane do
Jaane do
I let her go go go go go
with me
I'd be pleased to help out
That's good
Mr. Wang
What weapons?
SFX: Chains rattling
The chain and ball
Not a bad weapon
I often heard of it
Away from you yeah there is no me
Yeah we go together like one, two, three
Your so damn good like sippin cold ice tea
K-I-S-S-I-N-G that's what they said
break bread
And own a bed baby go head
Trust no one like daddy said
Real shit that he always plead
Ain't shit they know but 2k
Always had me looking
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
the Brad.
You punk motherfucker, I'm comin' agg...
Mr., Mr. Scarface, for the nine-trey.
Niggas packin' nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully
(Wheezy outta here)
Damn
What?
Von
Huh? What?
You know I'm the realest (you know) and you know I'm a killer (you know)
I think I need a vest
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
can't live without some TRU niggas on your team
Chorus x 2
Verse 2: [Magic]
Damn it feels good to be a TRU nigga
Not a worry
bitch
Do what I say, work every day, I keep it 401K
Verse two, might hurt you
Get the money fast, no turtle
But I'm still sipping on the purple
I keep it
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice
Intro: [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]
Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown
God damn, now lick my balls, oh shit
You like that?
Put 'em off
Is it good?
Ouch, shit, godamn bitch you bit' my damn
Shit I said suck
not Diet
And your number two, with light ice
Oh, thanks, girl, can I get some ketchup?
Oh, sorry, it's in the back, one second
Damn
What?
of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
[Chorus]
Ay wassup Gucci Mane.
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I
drain the ocean
She said my whip was hard told her it's a ford focus!
NBA in a cave call it ecco2k
Damn this bitch a freak? drop her off
A hood bitch
Damn I need a hood bitch
She gotta b fine & that ass is on supa thick
Get her 2 tha crib & u kno she gon ride tha dick
Take tha dick & suck
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
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