Lyrics:
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
nigga)
I’m in the Southside every Friday
Buffie the Body
(I know you wanna be a lil' mobster, man)
Buffie the Body
(This that shit they be talking 'bout)
jackin', str8 jackin'
What, what
Yall can test me but you aint getin nothin' x2
Second Verse :[Mr. Shadow]
Step a lil closer, cause I ain't scared
I
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
that
Bright and early
Drugs got my hurling
Told lil baby give it up I can't be Mr. Perfect
I did shit back in my past that I can never forget
Crib was
Teardrops by the poolside, It's in the seasons
Burning trees by the hillside, Accept the feeling
Of feeling alone, alone, alone,
Alone, alone, alone
I
' shawty , she do it best,
Diamond Ring
Keepin' my eyes on my lil' shawty, she do it best,
Mr.Lowkey
He tote a lot of heat
Your bitch is in love with me
I
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
be all?
Mr. Cliverson:Yes, thank you. I’ll like a moment alone, please. Hm.
missions l
Yea I'm onna rise tryna count hella digits
Lil shordy down to ride I call her my lil mrs
Swear I need you by side cause when you not I really miss
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
it's way better than your lil' coupe, yeah
Sayin' that your food is better, you look like a fool
Bitch, I got the formula, who doesn't? Oh, that's right,
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been the man
Stop playing
How you hating and a fan
Im leveling up
You understand
HA HA (Yes sir)
Yeah yeah
These those Thoughts That Roam
While I'm all alone and
These those thoughts that stay when everybody goes
This that
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
by someone
Sooner or later
You'll find yourself
Alone without toilet paper
Mr. Luck, you'd better
Learn to love properly
Mr. Luck, I wouldn't
Want
to jelly
Ever since i got my racks up niggas trynna come and kick it lionel messi
Shawty know she be petty got a lil spanish mami givin head like a becky
like this here
[Mr. G-stacka] Yeah
[Big Pimp] Yeah, let Gangsta represent first for his lil' baby why'knaw'msayin?
He ain't got nothin' but one so he
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
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