Lyrics:
my peeps, it's only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin' now, I leave him right by the curb
And I don't go to sleep mama so good night ain't
my peeps, it's only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin' now, I leave him right by the curb
And I don't go to sleep mama so good night ain't
to shame
And I've seen enough to know
That I've seen too much
So Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too
Yeah it’s J G
You could even call me Mr. Freshly
Make sure that you come at me correctly
Don’t know why these people tryna test me (They can’t test
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
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
seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
(yeah) we takin' a trip to the bottoms
Where Mr hector bakes cakes
(yeah, bitch, yeah)
At night, I can't sleep
(Nah) , I
than a scorch
Why you holding back applause
How you mad that I'm a boss yo
Boss
Don't tell me what to do yea (Lil dictator)
I'm already making moves yea
Mr Garfield been shot down shot down shot down Mr Garfield been shot down low
Me and my brother was down close to the depot when I heard the report
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
Kaput, I'm done with this life intercepted by my lights
That turn despite I don't want to breath
If I could wipe I would be gone and leave this clean slate
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
GANG
When we let'em bang lil nigga
Betta be careful lil nigga
All of my shootas are killas
No, they don't miss lil nigga
Betta be careful lil nigga
All
And though I'll never forget your face,
sometimes I can't remember my name
Hey Mrs. Potter don't cry
Hey Mrs. Potter I know why but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No time, no time)
Gotta pray for the wicked
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
tatted then
Yea I pull up in a slab again, they mad again
But I don't know why all of you niggas keep coming for me
Don't make call Chi cuz my lil brudda
[Intro - Lil Shade and Mr. Chris]
Say it brah
In this game called life
It's choices (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (I'm too turnt to sleep, yeah)
If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin'
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
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