Lyrics:
Your Excellentee's, your Mr President
On behalf of Mrs. Kennedy, her children and the parents and sisters of Robert Kennedy, I want
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
Headshot, headshot, headshot
Take your little bitch, make the bed rock
Everyone quiet when I drop
Oh, you a gangster, man, stop
Oh, now look at you,
and not one to cocoon away
Say Mr. Brae, Mr. Woods, I'm scared and excited to hear how you play
Make your club of Mr. Atriks and Mrs. Akey
JD don't get
(what you let me)
I am not the type to get caught with out no Protection (no protection)
It's lil solo hectic Mr. known to keep a weapon (glockie)
And all
[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man
Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang
I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man
You know Mr. Like
then send your moma some flowers
I get paid by the pound, not paid by the hour
I got star power
I got star power
New Ferrari came with 600 horse
damn she look so amazin'
Man she so damn gorgeous the girl is amazin'
Ain't not one lil mufuckin thing that gon' change it
She could break your spirit
jewels and they dancin'
Skippin' school, won't get caught by Mr. Manny
Jumped in the streets and I start taking chances
Ride with big Glocks and these
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
the pool side (The fuck)
Want a beach view by the ocean side
I just go and find natural wires
Mind really start to stabilize (Uh)
Can't peep shit then
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
I'll be your Noah you be my Wiz
I'm your Mr and you my Mrs
With hugs and kisses valentine cards and birthday wishes
Please we avoid Pagan the pace is far
Grah
10KJoa in this bitch
Stop playin
Grah
Don't run
What? Like
Come here
Bitch, I'm a demon, yeah, I know my worth
I'm Mr. Hop out put him
compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
I’m a Leo baby, she a Cancer
Damn Lil’ Sleep pull your pants up
Tell em’ get it how you live man, back up
I’m on 580 with a bad one
Damn Lil’ Sleep pull
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
beyond the binary
Integrate your factory
You'll find greater diversity
Makes for greater harmony
And you have the ability
To pay everybody equitably
up, yeah
I just flew in with your bitch with no Kite
Yeah, these n's talk shit but
She tell me to pay up, I put it in her face
Doin' this shit by
your life
4Kizzy in this bitch, baby
Don't be wasting none my time, I need strips, baby
Lil baby, she a dime, okay
Sh-She wanna fuck wit' big 4K
You want
It puts what you did wrong in the distance by foggin your senses
I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgaters
Braggart cats who ain't graduate
to infinity
With vivid-like imagery causing the people
To instantly pass out ah!
Don't be alarmed I'm blowing her back out
Don't need a producer to
Gimme your
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