Lyrics:
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A young bull on his shit and I'm chasing my dreams
I just laugh at the haters like they some dam memes
Lil bad hoe
Out of Mexi-co yeah
Told her drop
Without apology
I've got life i've got laughs
I've got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too like you, you, you
OK the more you suppress life
last
But i know this money lasts
And that shit it make me laugh
Hysterical im smoking thrax
Im paranoid i can't relax
Im popping addys Sipping tabs
Fuck
My team be on job
We be going the hardest
Was gone for a minute
Just like Mr carter
Now that I'm back
Ima go even harder
I avracadavra like I'm Harry
the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
I met him in
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste
let shots off send ya to the grave
I just can't relate to the fake anyways
Laugh at ya face while I pull out some guap
Big bank take lil bank
And I just
the message, don't agree with the methods
Don't let, don't let the lifestyle drag you down
Who knows when was the last time you felt the love
One last
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
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
[Originally written and preformed by Styx]
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata au hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu o shiri tai
You're wondering who
what I'm sayin'
Every one of my last side hogs been hollerin' at me
Demandin' that I define the definition of Mr. Flamboyant
Pertainin' to me havin'
about you tell me what I've done
Go ahead, Mr. Kringle
Well, we found uh
We found a Santa
A mall Santa
With eight stab wounds in his back
Uh-huh
In
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
of caining
So I gotta think fast mr nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run
Better Mr run, mr rand, mr mac, mr nally
Mr run, mr man, you got
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Ran around your blocks, afford many laughs
And every single time I was bustin my some caps
Now I'm on f**ks, Mr. Washs
Ever see the Lil, you better call
me, she love me
You think that she don't?
Might wife that lil baby
Don't think that I won't
Ay tell her girl I ain't your last man
Throw that shitty
[Mr. Lil' One (talking)]
Aight, here we go
Oh yeah... triple sixin
Mr. Lil' One, GPA
And that mothafucka Shadow
[Mr. Lil' One]
Comin through my
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