Lyrics:
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
Ain't nothing to it, but to motherfucking do it
Feeling saucy, got these motherfuckers choosing
Jus got a check, but I motherfucking blew it
Betta
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
bout it checked up he just hating
Nike on me now
I just do it betta watch out
I turn this bitch to space jam
And shoot the fucking lights out
Dunkin
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
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
bum with the hollow heat seeker
Red Cross bitch niggas, fuck the pint, she take blood by the litre
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor,
now is ya? Lil' bitch
Got'em runnin scared of a bigger nigga
'Cause I put the heat to his ummm hilfiger
Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
Gobineau arrive, regular clients, and Mrs Nolan, a widow coming for the first time. During the seance Mrs Nolan recognizes her dead daughter, but Madame
Want me to chose up
Betta switch up on ya pimpin
I need ya full attention
Open IG
Wanna see me in ya mention’s
Teach me da business
Control ya
kid with you
Wait a min how you bring that lil bad kid with you
I ain't even see him. I had to end the hoax
So I grabbed them by the collar and I Jazzy
hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-I-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi
[Chorus]
So don't spend yo whole life
Livin' it for the white
You got a 9
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up
Please tell me is you STUPID?! I take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin
Name Me Fresh
Written By B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Name Me Fresh
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me Fresh
Meaning a brand
to admit that I new it was somewhere, in the back of my twisted mind.
It seems the child who sprung up before me, never gonna be his kind.
Hay there Mr
a n**** reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the n**** leash
I was once told by my n**** Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
thought that u was gangsta Lil n***a u betta hush up
I might just zip a N***a and fold his ass if it's pressure
We gone hit his ahh wit da k Nd den send
thought that u was gangsta Lil n***a u betta hush up
I might just zip a N***a and fold his ass if it's pressure
We gone hit his ahh wit da k Nd den send
recognize me by my stance
I'm regal like Vegeta
You can call me the Prince of all Saiyans
I don't have time for the fake friends
Fake love Fake energy
Keep
me
I thought I told you crackers
You don't wanna fuck around with me
Osama bin Laden ay, bro, recognize me?
I look like the Durrky selling you
Discuss these betta recognize by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In