Lyrics:
and Lil Ke, we be working the mouth piece
When I throw this focus from up north they down to south east
Mo City and Hershewood we hooked up to get paid
pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
Get up a dozen, alone there's no discussion
I ran thru my course I checked it of course
McDonald's you're gonna love
That baby ain't gimme no lovin,
'm in it to win it my nigga believe it until the day that I die
So come on
You gotta get up, get out and get something
(Get up, get up, get up, get
what?, Look I ain't have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well
So get the bass out ya tone
I’m prolly spooning with yo bitch
Whenever you ain’t at home
Look don’t be blowing up my niggas
Bout your bitch in my phone
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
All that
I can only sleep with the fan on
White noise soothes me so
All ten toes down jus tryna stand on
Get up n get out here we go
She hold me down.
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
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
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?
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
this kid
Who now wants to mess with everything that we're trying to build
I don't get it Mr. Mooks
Tell me
Enlighten me
Mr. Mooks
Alright so
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
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
badge get da *** 'round me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You
[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 motherfuckers
the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]
SouthSide Academy
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm from the Academy of Hard Knocks
Felons wit glocks, attitude fuck it when I see them
the rules
Mr. Told you I'll be there at 12 but ain't get in till 2
Mr. Thought I was gon' take her home but left her in a room
Mr. Scrooge, Mr. Take it off
peaceful
This is just part one, wait 'til the sequel (let's go) lil' bitch
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my
that sex appeal
Deep in the mood it's surreal
Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
And then I tune into the TV
All I see
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
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
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