Lyrics:
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been the man
Stop playing
How you hating and a fan
Im leveling up
You understand
and trapping
Got a lil older start driving n rapping
NO evenolpe stuff the woa I'm the matress
We stick you up fa the bosting n taxing
Hurt pain purp rain
biggest fan
This is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I
to jelly
Ever since i got my racks up niggas trynna come and kick it lionel messi
Shawty know she be petty got a lil spanish mami givin head like a becky
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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
WE CRIED IN PAIN
NOW YOU'RE SO ALONE LIKE A FLY IN THE RAIN
SO TIRED OUT. WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?
SO TRY IT OUT. WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?
SO TRY IT NOW. WHAT'S
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
a finger, I could end adventures
Rapper? Singer? No, killer, nigga
You a cop or you a nigga killer (whoa)
It rains, it pours
(Whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
wrong
Too many pullin on me, I politely tell them to go on
I'm a hustler by day, baller by midnight
One at a time ladies, lil' momma please sit tight
They
jumped inside the street (Graaa)
See The way these niggas hiding look like we playing hide and seek (Ahuh)
But I'd by lying if I said that this shit
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
'm alone by myself
Mr producer girl where you go
I feel alone when you go
I don't know
I can't sleep for days
When you call me up all night
When it rains
I
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein
[Mr. Short Khop]
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo' shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
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