Lyrics:
to the President
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what
speak
Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep
It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep
I ain't know how to swim when I was young
They threw me in
they ain't fuck with me, I'm feelin' like the man now
She claimin' that she fuck with me, I tell her pull them pants down
Them niggas plan on killin' me
niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops
Why should I lie,
(Remix, baby)
I told her that I'm celibate ain't fuck in 'bout a week (I lied)
Psych, bitch, I lied, you can ride me to this beat (to this beat)
I
that's pass interference
Don't look so surprised I get better with time like wine
So cold with it make them wanna envy me
Is you a friend to me or you my
niggas
Keep a Coke full of lean, he a muddy lil nigga
Got a knife on a chopper, he'll cut a lil nigga
He a bad lil jit with a bad lil chick
Tryna hit
you, and you, and you, and you
Take your fuck ass home, motherfuck you too
If your girl wasn't so big
She could get some too
I ain't with that bullshit
Roqit
Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Mr. Yung Roqit
Who on that speaker turn up the decibels
Limping ‘cause I walk with all these decimals
Way I’m going up soon they see me
Came here to fuck with me tonight, shwaty)
I am as, real as they come as hard as they get
They go to talking off the wall I put a par' in they shit
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
I'm here for thug motherfucking motivation, nigga
Give a fuck what you niggas think
I'm here to motivate the thugs to get this bread, nigga
Other
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
KTN can't trust none, need it engraved me
Need it engraved on me, fuck who changed on me
Ain't nobody real with a nigga, y'all just play only
Now I got
’m sitting here wondering what the fuck I’m to do
Singing Hey Mr Hey mr Hey Mr oooh
Hey Mr. Mr can you tell me whats wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
I pull up with all the bowls
I pull up with all the hoes
I pull up
size
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be Mr. Big
And I did this off of trapping,
'm lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
Blast
You can't run cos I'm way too fast
Barry Allen but the skin lil' dark
Top of the league and I never come last
Cos I'm Haaland, give me the ball
Uh, what's harder? Life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
ring call me Yao Ming
Ben Baller chain still cost 2 hunnid
With the cut down, fuck all that man I still want it (yeah)
That's like not getting money
you say turns me off
Let me fuck one time Mrs. Parker
Hey Mrs. Parker
Mrs. Parker
Mrs. Parker
Mrs. Parker
Mrs. Parker
Parker
Parker
Parker
Mrs. Parker
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