Lyrics:
I operate a lil bit different than you'd probably would surmise
Bitch I'll stab you wit chalk, and outline yo body wit knives
Ima crazy mothafucka
to hang with the gang they be going like who?
Trying to shoot them shots and you missed the fucking hoop
You came with the privilege and you came with funds
to go get me bag i trap and I Dab I trap and I Swag
Bad lil bitch she all up on me she love Way that I grip all on that ass
Yea I Be poppin these tags
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
[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
choose you girl, yeah
Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick
Or
Make my selection on who I choose to be wit'
Girl don't touch my protection
I know
go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet, for that lil' one shit that we did they ain't get back
We got the drop
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
And they runnin', they runnin'
We gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad
one week
I can't be weak
If I don't eat then no one eats
Why? Because I'm the one who feeds
What am I? Adam Sandler? Mr Deeds?
I don't do favors shuck
and I don't cum alot you like who you been fucking
I ain't got no time for that I'm in the studio or hustling
We don't argue like normal it's bad when we
Sync Flow, like I'm Kid 'n' Play
Bad Chick Alert, that's a bad Lil' Mama
She's hotter than a meteor on a day with a sauna
I love all ladies no matter
mothafuckas
Got a bad bitch rolling up the weed mothafucka
When you hear this shit you know that it can be nothing other than a bandit
Bandit, like I'm waiting
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
This is for the women who be askin' 'bout the glory that we bask in
But when we don't get our dues, they Nicki laughin'
I dedicate this
[Mr. Lil One]
Well it's the baddest mothafucka in the clok it's the mad men
Fuck what you claim and bicth you know my name
Mr. Lil One the little one
Listen, Mr. Brainiac
This right here is a bad idea
The combination you are talking about
Will lead to a colossal explosion
But if you still want
And making hits with It
All the bad bitches
Twerkin off the rip, off the rip
She gon bend her ass down
And do a split with It
But I bet she cant do It
Take a chuck to the teeth
Can't speak lil fucka
When you by my feet
Call the cleaner for cleanup
I hit the lick and I re-up
You takin L's and get beat
the now the kid wastin ya
Intelligence the lil that you had
I'm the Big Bad Wolf's dad, homie no comparing me to no one
Especially you, I'm in the league
last time I saw a .45 blast a nigga who was last should be doin' 50
years
without parole life is cold but it fair fuck the mayor that coward
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
with felt
Now give a little cut that's enough
Cause I represent a style that
Be rough and tough
And built like a Tonka truck because
I take abuse
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