Lyrics:
All these shots are gonna do
Is get lil mama actin' ratchet
And the drop
Won't be the only thing that's nasty
Mr. Must Be Fucked Up
(Yup!)
Runnin' up
too much
I've seen enough, I have seen enough, to know that I have seen too much
See 'cause Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
By then it
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
these niggas get the best of me
I know that you taken but you meant for me
I just want swerving with lil Stephanie
I just want swerving with lil Stephanie
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
I'm pushin 220 I crank out the peddle
I'm rocking out I might go heavy metal I told that lil hoe that I'm too lit to settle
Stand on my money boy get
nigga(just a lil)
When it comes to da doe I'm filthy nigga(just a lil)
Can I get in and rock it(just a lil)
Can I get this dirty money lagit(just a lil
(yeah) her ass look like watermelon
When it's streched (Streched, yeah)
I can't wait to get her in my thousand thread
(yeah)
My money machine go, "Beep,
. Knox. (music turned off)
There’s no limit to the imagination and human ingenuity. We are living in a wonderful time, Mr. Knox. I think this Enrico Caruso
Now your bitch all on me
Lil' nigga I'm sorry
I said hold up, back back
Told that girl get off me
I swear that I'm ballin'
All this money fallin'
- until
Back against grill
Forcing you to deal with the cards
That you gotta give and take just to get a lil
Just for you to endure - and feel that
I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Poppy, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I
only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr
only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr
when it's pressure homie
I'm boss you kno I been that
Ima boss lil hoe I been that
You can't get a check from checking on
So bitch just mind yo business
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I
her net worth by million
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
I pull up in a new black benz
Black rims with a bad bitch
[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
'm poppin now (Poppin' now)
I'm Lil Boosie wipe me down (Wipe me down)
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout (Talking bout)
My auntie stay by Waffle House
yo face yea count that
It's mr blow a nigga check get it right back
It's mr take a nigga hoe yea it's like that
It's mr i stay the fuck on go
(I'm so thrifty)_Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so stingy)_Ay, we gon' save that money_What we do? We gon' save that money||[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]|Rap
restaurant,
I know this nigga got the motherfucking money.
Don't worry about shit, I'm a have it.
All right?
[Contact]
No mercy, nigga.
[Krayzie]
a relay
I'm this shit like I'm Usain
All of this money making me go insane
Had to take a trip to the fashion show at France
I'm Mr. fuck your bitch, yeah
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