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Vivid dreams of the princess and king
Overfilled with laughing
Laughing about lil 'ol, lil 'ol me
Then one day, you called me your
was my Mrs
Probably missing a prescription
So I had to dismiss her
That's a scammin' lil hoe
She tryna take all my riches
That's why i quit messaging
Now loose your bottoms
Now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent
I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car
Maybe a couple bricks
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
a mother fucking cop
I be cuffing on that bag, never cuffing on a thot aye
Call me Mr.Turn yo wife into a thot
If you a broke hoe, bitch you getting blocked
can't trust none of you bitches the water bring plenty of fishes
I fuck her then make her do dishes then passed that lil hoe like a frisbee
I was fucking
know I been hoe
The man I know you bend for
Say u straight, but u been fold
Street but u been told
I ain’t never said a word
Since I retire flippin
One more war took place
You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface
Damn, check this shit out
Later on, all alone, you know what
’m a lil’-short-fine-bitch-gizzle boy!
That mean knifin' yo bitch, and
That mean poppin’ yo bitch, i!
Still get them big Nicks from Wal
Nigga you could that X from Slice
And he off
Take that shit to trial hoe
Take that shit to trial bitch
Take that shit to trial hoe
Stomping thru this bitch feel like I'm Mr.Bigg
Motherfuck ya
a motherfucking maybach
I was just broke but that was like way back
I'll put u on the news by pushing yo shit back
He mr tough now he walk with a shit bag
Nigga
running
Hit my phone I'm on the road you need me there you know I'm coming
Lil Mac keep so many different types of pipes he could be a plumber
Aye lil bitch
speaking, seeking tea
Hoe I aint speaking on the bro
No low, we never break the code
The code we live and die by
The life we living, it's nonfiction
You
Eternal she don't like my songs
So ima use her type beat
Like lil hoe why you lead me on
If you knew you ain't like me
Don't know what I thought
in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty
Mr4pound wack em
That boy a pacifist you know I
Packing It
I'm shooting shit I been
Practicing
Smokin ya big bro
You could get hit low
No I ain't talking
play by the rules
Young hot boy on run from the Feds too
He better hope that they snatch him
Before my mans do
That lil shit that you coping
I been
u wanna do hit it one time then
Im switchen up the rules pull up in a few
Party with the crew
Choppen up nine xans
Now im f on ur boo
PEECH and lil
want me to break
If I go call the big homie up this is what he'd say
Tuff shit lil bro chase a bag not a hoe
From the way that things are looking you
We into it so this bitch think she gone play me like a hoe
Mr. Get Back bitch I been knew you was fucking open the low
I ain't mad you had your
much for you
They call me Mr Freak Nasty
I want you in my passenger
So we could mash it up
So is you riding what's up
We'll be getting Freaky in
mando un signal
Tu lo sabras
Cuando la lagrimas em piensen rora
Yeh
What did i say
Bratt maffia
Ain't playing forsho
Get murked by the minute lil
alone you might want to gimme some
Then here I go creepin' in your window
Bend that ass over and I'ma fuck you like a dirty hoe
You know I'm pimpin'
(Static, Static)
Yeah, I heard he want static
Plug in, lil' bitch you could have it (Fee)
I want the blue, just like a maverick (Phew, Phew)
Horsepower in
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