Lyrics:
point A to B
I start by sippin coffee while talking to my lil built freak, silhouettes of the rain on her window pain under silk sheets
Only time I miss
to heaven, man
I gotta raise hell
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Niggas thinkin they slick
But
decisions I had failed
I get high as hell so on the bullshit I do not dwell
But I take my lumps ni pockets FAT like they Mr. Klump
What's the most he'll
Earl mane I wish you well
I fina drop nonstop and give these rappers hell
And fuck ah deal I ain't signing that shit
You want seventy percent, man go
bitch call me mrs flip it and profit and win
I ain't saving these niggas hell nah
I ain't Wearing no cape I'm a playa not playing the wiz
Prolly thought
jackin', str8 jackin'
What, what
Yall can test me but you aint getin nothin' x2
Second Verse :[Mr. Shadow]
Step a lil closer, cause I ain't scared
I
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
Sadman, I'm so alone
There's no one in this world to call my own
So Please turn on your deadly beam
Mr. Sadman, Set me free
Mr Sadman, Bring me to Hell
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
fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Mr. Take Your Bae, YGA (ayy), I like fun games, treat a bun like a box
Ayy, squeeze it, pop it, his top, crop it
How
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
woah (woo woo)
Woah woah
Woah woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
No stylist needed, like I'm French
Every season, looking fresh
Why she leaving you a mess
Mr. Clean
back too late
The runabout was idling behind the gate
Mr. Mercury, his dials and his springs,
Set out for Mr. Quick (U.S. patent No. 353480723x0894)
By
Jesus Christ on the cross
I was pelted with stones
Sell you a poem so intense
It'll melt the uphol'
Been to Hell and back
On the Jack in the cell
doughnuts
Spinning shit with no hazards
We just living life
We sum lit lil fuckin bastards
And i just need a hell cat
Tryna hear the sound of that
You can
my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (05 bitch)
Big Nate long beach we'll keep Lil' Jon tight beat so come on let's ride
Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere
Let me lay my sorry trip on you
Won't you meet me by the river, little darlin'?
I might just let you
packs
Them chubby black kids eating Lil Debbie snacks
Put your fist in the air and let's take a stand
No Mr. officer, I don't wanna shake your hand
don't condone in no violence
So please don't ask about killings
Them boys tryna get a clue
Just like shaggy and scooby do
I'm in and out like lil children
in a box
Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks
But Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the holding over then
He'll be so pleased, I do
NoBap or NoKizzy
We got the same dead homie so ion see why niggas envy
I got 2 jobs but I'm Mr.4Tre from the trenches
I den earned my stripes nigga my
on to deliver a speech in England, he'll participate in the French college program and said he will answer questions in welsh.
That's pretty big Mr. M. Ahhh, I
this nigga better die
He at a deficit
My bitch bad as hell like Mrs. Smith so maleficent
Angelina Jolie if you didn't get I referenced it
You need money
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