Lyrics:
you do
Nah I ain't gone fucking with you
You fucking lil gatekeeper
I'm a steak eater
Cause up all on my tables a plate of beef
And you be fake
don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé
Hit them lights
Hit them lights, make this shit
Look darker in this ho, Ayy
Hit them lights
I gotta get a lil' darker here
Hit them lights
Ain't
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
a bitch,
And she be lovin' the shit confessin' how lil' Frankie done done her,
Her Mama bust in the room and I'm fuckin' her right in front her,
Bust
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Lil' bitch I'm in my zone
I done seen many things
I wasn't supposed to see
I done said many things
I wasn't supposed to say
At the end of the day fuck
Don't buy no grams it's cheaper by the ball
No hand to hands done served through bathroom stalls
Aye
I done seen some crackheads fighting on some rocky
that still think 'I can get him'
My nigga cant catch up to Mr. Go Getter
I stay on 10, that's the size of my shoe
And I've done so much stepping so now I
slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
love you!
Lucy
I'd be twice the wife she was!
I love you!
What have I done?
Could that thing have cared for you like me?
Mrs. Lovett
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Fuck is you talking bout bruh
We done survived apartheid
Segregation racism classism
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
feel the word a lil deeper
Seem like yesterday I was young
Now niggas dying by the guns
Don't know how to feel now I'm off the field
Now I'm really finna
on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
beat up, and put in lost and found
Ran this shit up by the mornin'
Lil Jaso comin' through its stormin
Play get popped wit no warning
Im gettin' t'd
grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' Dave
We done been so long with each other, built a home with each other
How the fuck do we get you?
I said that I would miss you girl, just a lil bit
I made her bitch mad, had to use my Swiss
Her ass a peach though
Slap it like I'm Mr. Smith
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