Lyrics:
Marvin and Chardonnay
I pull out the driveway like I'm in a car chase, speeding
And if my bitch cheat she know I'm leaving
No text no call, boy that
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
on them trips im five cars behind
Baby sitting the bricks, 20 bands, 50 bands
To a hundred grand, playing with that coke in my Pyrex
Mr. 1008 grams
8 balls
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
New Orleans
And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top"
Life is such a fuckin'
frank mueller
No aim just spray I pray my shooter
Gone get him if not more money on his head and he passed
This a MR2 I assume I'ma crash
In a penthouse
wouldn't put up a fight
I'd gladly sign away my soul
For a T-bone steak tonight
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
they can't do what I do on the hook
I won't text, I won't call
But they still go wait in
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not hurt my gang
Yo Mr. Man, can you
by the fireplace
Falling in love with my grandmotherly face
I’ll sneak a kiss on your cherry nose
And with a wink, up the chimney you go
Let me be your
[Mr. Lil One]
And you'd better be knowing exactly what it is
That my motherfuckin Shadow be talkin' about up in this Motherfucker
HEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEE, For
shoes
Now I’m stepping on shit with a passion
Youngin done bossed up fr
So don’t ask me bout him
Cuz that nigga too far in my past tense uh
Look I was
a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
my lane
No Games, No Games
The time to turn to a new page
Gotta move forward from the old days
Yah, I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No
a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his
we grown
I met her on first base standin' all alone
We went to second base and now she in my zone
Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon'
I told you
couple more licks in (Run ‘em up)
Talking my talk cause I been in my bag (Yeah)
Pussy lil boy don’t play with my tag (No sir)
Not Dance International but
them hide behind my shield
I can ask a couple questions we can see what that might yield
Later on a car pulls up it's not her normal clientele
When appetites and psychological types
Get caught in the hype
It's tight from morning 'til night
I'm demanding my rights
Women's suffrage then black
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
My parents helped us get
We was riding in the car they also helped purchase
I showed my homie the
New Piano but we
Could only look in through window
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