Lyrics:
Christmas time in the city I always bless my committee
Paper bag what's in it? A Ruger, doja, or pendants?
I'm beloved by every soul in my set
wonder do you think about me
Niggas steady trying to take my bitch ok good luck with that
That lil hoe she boujie I think that she barely like me back
Bitch let me record it told that hoe I'm not yo last nigga
Told that hoe I'm not yo ex man
Lil bitch know that I'm a dawg tryna fuck her best friend
Bitch
the hoe
Won't do it twice it ain't no next lil hoe
Can't believe u was important
I just got one question why u kept on whorin
Baby u just wanted money I
Automatic whip I let that hoe drive me Ouu
And she Drive me crazy
I gotta bad lil bitch In the back seat wait
But she ain't my baby
I might pull up
Automatic whip I let a hoe drive me Ouu
And she Drive me crazy
I gotta bad lil bitch In the back seat wait
But she ain't my baby
I might pull up I
Up in the studio cause that's just where I vent at
They telling me to pray about my problems I done did that
I got some memories I wish that I could
the urgency
Back for eternity
You know its Reef
Wake up sleepyhead, it's Reef in this shit
My money keep talking, it's saying sweet dreams
I call y'all mr
Off top, man I got this on lock
Fuck ya mama, fuck the cops
Bitch I'm coming nonstop hoe!
I'll hit you wit tha chop, knock you straight up out ya
’m throwing ones by the hunnits (Big)
When you runnin up that sack you bet not fumble (Uhh uhh)
They tell me remain humble when you make it out that jungle
I have to
It's not silent my word is open on the street
100 thousand for your head I want it by next week
Billups known up on the street I'm Mr. 711
'm a young king
Nigga do what I want
Call me Mr Right
I could never go wrong
Flexed up wit yo bitch
High in a zone
Ayeee
Niggas talking down on my name
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana
breathe again
There is somewhere
Where panorama meets forever
Somewhere caught
Where I could never be
You are something
I'm Mr Mannequin
Call me by my name
lick, how it feel, bruh? (Ha)
Type to put an orange tip on a real gun
I could up a Nerf, I bet they still run
You straight?
Mabu took your bae (on
free
I had to let em know
Lil momma want a real nigga with money Pussy you a joke
Fuck nigga
Pussy you a hoe
Oh if you aint gang then you can't hang
Bitch i'm high'd up, fire'd up, wise up, ya dig
We got all the sticks
Bussing off the rip
Boy i am the wave, lil nigga you just a ship
And i got all
that lil' hoe by the hair, come put that pussy down
If it's good, I throw a hundred bands on, still got racks, hoe
Niggas sayin' that I'm was broke like
Nothin hoe
Burn the whole crown down to the base of the ground in which it was hoed
Uh oh, you should thank me later like I'm Drake
Cuz if you're reading
that hoe tryna see me or sum
But I ain't tryna talk right now Lil baby
You wanna hear me turn ya tv up some
You say it's diamonds on ya lil neck ugh
lil hoe lame)
He walk down, got hit close range
He got to ducking the shit
Nine o'clock, she like, what's your name?
By 12, I'm fuckin' the bitch
I
bruh she gone
Lil' bruh cold-blooded he be quick to take a nigga soul
They call Mr. Put it on the reason cause i put it on
And bitch i feel just like
(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
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