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you can't get under my skin
I'm protected by PETA
What's poppin' lil' baby
When you gon' take me on a tour to your G-Spot
Yeah, you can show me how you

name
Make you my Mrs.

I don't need no mistress
Don't need no side
Just like my drank
Smooth as my wine
Let my buy you a drank
On T-Pain vibes
Tell

nigga cry
God damn, Marquis in the kitchen again
I'm fuckin this bitch and you know she a ten
Lil' Bro, you my opp, know the torture don't end
Bitch said

I want a Benz, I promise I want a Benz But a Bima would be cooler
750 stock on the rulers Watch me pick up a Cougar
I drive by on they lines, look

Shot T a text
Mr S connects
He said what's next
We need to build more
Do me a mash or
Your words in the suns rays
Because some days
I don't want to hear

You see, you so lazy
No, baby, you can't come in here, it's nothing but these bricks
Phone fighting on the South, it be done by the 5th
Oh, workin'

good, got a cougar bitch callin' me Mr. just know that I stay in control
I been in my M.I.A, been tryna feel my safe
Niggas been good, but nigga, I

help you understand
Ay
All kinda green A.K.G. with the bands
How'd I get fly doing different than they told me
Tryna get by so I'm ballin' all alone
Big

while I feed her green grapes
I stay toting on my dick but it's not masturbate
and my money stretching like mr fantastic mane
Rata Tat tat
Who that is

Black Smif-n-Wessun

Black Moon

Enta da Stage

1993

ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause

ain't never had a fifty, you ain't had a hun'
You ain't never had a quarter ticket, lil' dirty bum
I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-somethin'

Gots 2 Hustle

Tarik Nu Clothes

Emperor's NuClothes

Lil Yung, Yung Lil, Paper Chase, Mr Grubbs, Slick Breezy, check it out homeboy

This is the way we gots to hustle
I wake up, I shit, shower, shave

I ain't have shit then I ran it up didn't ask for help bitch I didnt get any
Too much decisions in front of my face lil boy get the fuck, 'for you get

it’s too cold



Like my heart, my wrist froze



She gone pull up, wanna fuck, you know lil mama too gone



Like a slut, that bitch so easy



I

MR MO, yeah
I need to get out
The city of sin
The city I'm in
The city where kill or be killed is the theme
A nigga is tryna be rich and be king
But

ya tho, Yep caught her Ass drunk by The exit door
You know what happened after That, rolled a Back
Blew a lil pressure just to bring Her back
Rub her

It’s all up to god cause he got his hands on Me
I’m mr misunderstood
But it’s all good
Been this way since a kid wouldn’t change if I could
Daddy wasn't

you like violets?) 
I was like... Dr. Dre who's your new patient he look a lil pasty 
Bleached blonde hair 
With a bigger wigger swag that a bigger

a oceanside drive by lil high
 Ina bit a whiskey n im feelin fine
I been here a minute I been chillin on the Brightside 
Puffin piff my brothers flippin  mr

dawg with me don’t get BIT
Can’t stop can’t pause can’t QUIT/ So cold n****s think I’m SICK!

(oddo verse):

There go the Mt. Man/ Mr he gon get paid

Chacho got the movie and it's on angles
Trynna plot on my dogs get dismangled (June)
In center like I'm in staples
Produced by I.V to the whole label (Uh)

know about that
Times a lil different now man we've gotten off track
I remember five-dollar hair cuts from Mr. Melton
Sippin on a cold Pepsi right behind

What it do? Baby, tell me what's the move
(oh woahhh) cause I just wanna know
How the fuck this 'sposed to go
I'ma stuff another cone
(it be hitting lil

unbelievable

Remember, no Russian, y'all bitches fussin'
Called Lil Darkie a honky and he blocked me on Instagram
Remember, no Russian, GTA I'm busted
Go ahead