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low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr

Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I

make 'em dim
Please make 'em dim

Cook it up yeah wipe it clean
Look at me I'm Mr Sheen
Don't like snow but I love the green
Like a train yeah look

nothing going on for me 
So don't call me your king 
All the women that are on to me 
The baddest in the game 
Yet i'm cuffed up 
Yet I'm wife'd up 
By

up, got to act out my plan now
Yeah!
Man this shit feels way to easy
Don't know what I'm smoking, that pack's not on Leafly
Switching my hoes I do that

Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man,
Guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They say my

every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by

hoes was childish
I don't need that ass, you filthy slut, that pussy got milage
Big Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big
Big TN, Big TN
And not because of my

redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Now Killaman what would you do?

First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost

killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're

Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper

play hide and seek 
I’ll be the mistle 
And You bring the heat 
Lil bo peep 
Counting sheep 
In your sleep
Pa-ral -y-sis
Aint no joke
It’s Friday 
Now

you know my lul bop I'm Mr movin tact
Me and brodie gon clean up the scene and pull up where you at
Don't let me catch you out here lackin walkin

just gotta give it time
Lil' dog, don't be foolish, I be tryin' to press rewind
For the times I lost grams and the times I almost died

Rip bro, free

My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah

I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in

give a fuck


You talk I'm listening 
Lil baaj easing in 
But don't ask me if it means something
Dance when I'm sober 
Not really my thing

Hold you by

roll, all black, buttons and shyer
I don't need you hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
What?

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Nigga C'mon
You gotta love us
Bumpin

drifted far
Because all will
Bow to praise
Yahweh's
Just and holy name
His people cleared of all
Their shame
By the one who died
In their place
Don't sleep

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

Oh, hey, Mr. Man, listen to my Song
Don't you understand, we can both belong
I may seem strange, a bit out of place
But in this Grand Cosmic Race,

just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick

Lil' Homies

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police 
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets

I remember, when

Let Me In

D-Loc

Sickology 101

2009

[Chorus]
Let me in the door
You keep sayin' you hear me knockin'
What you standin' there for?
Who I gotta kill or sleep with?
Cause I

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make