Lyrics:
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
and Mr. Clyde
I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I never should've used
Their patience was proportional to the shortness of their fuse
Bonnie's
know what I come here for!
Bang, bang, I used to shoot you down
Call me the iPod King haha
Call me Mr thanksgiving
"Dedication 2, " that’s right
Call me
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
trial
Shout out Mrs g girl I love you
'cause you held me down
Through the rain and the storm
Traumatized from homicides I seen his
Brains on the floor
open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo in condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with
Hey Lil momma yeah I like your style
Got to pretty round thing make the crowd go wild
Yeah I like the way you move no time for clowns
Keep it real
to live another day
Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay
Bring it on all my foes
Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas
Like told shove
That pain it made me go harder
That shit made me smarter I
Had to grind a lil’ harder I
Took that shit a lil’ farther
By the hate I’m unbothered
Yes
Man look
I’m Mr. Jody
Just leave me alone
I say I ain’t with the beef
That’s for petty niggas that’s under paid
Grind or lose the weight
I know how
Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain around the street light
I stop and look, and listen to the sound
As the raindrops
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
a freaky hoe but i love the way she give brain
She a savage she a stripper like the Money rains
Recievin messages of 2 thousand hoes
7 pills too much liquor
missions l
Yea I'm onna rise tryna count hella digits
Lil shordy down to ride I call her my lil mrs
Swear I need you by side cause when you not I really miss
Beretta's
Better than any competitor that wanna come get it
I'm heavy, I'm ready, to get the cash lil' G
Everything else irrelevant, the mask on me
You see,
Clean off her sports bra
She clean off my dishes
Then wear off the Kangols, hood rats
I hate those
And she know what this is, hey lil' mama
Seen your
, rain
No new hoes, same thang
Same thang, thang
Roll it up, roll it up, dank
Pour it up, pour it up, drank
I don't like it less it's brand new
Young 23,
Come try your luck. Fuck with a fly guy
Me, K-Dee. Dubs up when I drive by
Slow down lil mama. This ain't about you
Do it for the North, East
A Stripper" like T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the club like Lis' Raye
Makin' niggas make it rain like Lil Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rollin' that pole
I ain't
on a Tuesday, shout out Makonnen
Performin' on stage, no safety on the pistol
Lil' mama whispering niggas plottin'
In the VIP pulled out
I gave her a hunnid just
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