Lyrics:
I'm tryin' to hear some of that mob
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)
About an hour ago she called the police again
Something about a Trans am?
Mrs. Jones Begonias
I don't know what planet she's from to get the pills that
me
Tell lil mama stay at home
Tell lil mama stay at home
Tell lil mama hit the road
I hope that you fear me
I just got wrapped up by a bad bitch
Things
do 10K first week
Then I don't wanna' hear no chat about numbers
You man are my youngers
All blacked out like grungers
Tens and twenties
will by the end of the day (They will)
Set me up, 'cuz I'm ready to play (I'm playin')
EA sports, it's in the game (Football)
Lady Gaga, I'm far from
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
(Oh, oh, oh)
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil' baby, lil' baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my
Play the telephone game
Mr telephone
I ain't hear a fucking thing
Cause I'm never home
Play the telephone game
Mr telephone
I don't need a damn thing
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
Same reason all that red shits on the fuckin floor
nigga what you hear for?
You don't want to see me when I'm angry
Too many of yall cats take Mr. Trice
the bitch face sloppy
Sauce God, bitch, I go by "Mr teriyaki"
I can teach you how to
Punch like I'm Mr miyagi
Shooting for the stars 'cause I
Been near
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man,
Guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They say my
chasing these b******
When I’m on the scene get to hiding your mrs
These b****** be choosing and I’m always winning
Addicted to cash I admit it
Ain’t coming
Yup, Hovi's home
The newest edition to the Roc
(I don't plan to be no philosopher)
M.O.P.
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps
to live another day
Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay
Bring it on all my foes
Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas
Like told shove
to your area
[Lil' Rob]
Creepin up on your ass you won't even see or hear me coming
Be running I'm becoming some thing evil fuck people fuck sequals
Got
the post service duck and dodge and I'm a track that cash
When I hit Lil momma from the back I'm Mr smack that ass
Mr went to jail and focused up and got his
Hey, say lil' buddy
Come love, good god
With your sugar brown hairs
Girl my [Incomprehensible]
Where you at y'all
With my coolness I roll with my
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
heaven sent
Hope you hear this song I hope you know I didn't forget
Momma your prayers been working
Gaia been holding me down
Made a lil' something from
never on my level
Niggas really get the ducking when they hear that heavy metal
Got six figures, by myself, so best believe I think I'm special
I'ma send
make 'em dim
Please make 'em dim
Cook it up yeah wipe it clean
Look at me I'm Mr Sheen
Don't like snow but I love the green
Like a train yeah look
on the map stupid
Aye I really do this if you ain’t runnin wit lil Rocco then you a loser foolin
One more time cuz they ain’t hear me big dude
I’m bigg boss
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