Lyrics:
you stink issa lil dump
Okay whatchu think huh? Givin you this lil chance
Peter Piper picked a pepper n he choked on lil chunks
Back to back I keep
the pape it's on the floor
Keep pouring them baby ass lines lil Nigga pour a 4
And I get cash don't pay taxes high fashion put it on
Put it on bitch
Look aye
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
caught like I was a pitcher
I'll be gone for min
But I'll be comin back soon
Mr summer jimmy June
Mr add it by the 2s
You look so confused
I quit playin
stu stu stuttering
My mouth like notebook paper cause I just let it rip
No loose leaf
But I throw my words loosely
I love kicking it by myself lil Bruce
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
. Watchyohoe, cause I could get her on go, she gon catch some
Gripping this lil bitch by her dreads, she trying to make her escape on the bed
After that, its
this sour lil' bih, gone dumb by my bickle
We gettin' money over here, sometimes I let him tickle
Sorry that I'm pressure, you big mad he always choose
full of sickos
Can't put me in a box
So you know I took the lid off
Not even in dimension
Man you know that I have been ghost
Pull up like Jordan
No
none
but truth
what that
Young nigga
sicko say
Ain't gone lie
Yeah I been Hanging w em fakes
I ain't afraid Fym
I'ma play
the game
I been the same Shit
a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his
spending all your cake on them bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap with a back pack
I'm in it for the money the money
department was gone contact the real Mr. Z
I know y'all ain't got cheese to eat
Just try applyin' for some food stamps
Them boys cry wolf a lil too much now I
was grey hoodies
For every nigga, every bitch said I can't or couldn't
Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in
Now it's so spooky spooky spooky Mr. Halloween
I’m like the boogie boogie man better watch for me
Okay let's go and get the funds I think its time
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
the paint like O'Neil
Been had racks got no deal (no deal)
All these hoes know the deal
Bitch gotta fuck ain't no chill
I go by Mr OutSouf I get his low
ya arteries,
These lil niggas don't want war with me, want no war with me
I'm a real street nigga, you can tell by how I talk
You can tell from my
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
movin' then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up
Know where we at just come and get us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Talkin' 'bout hits, I could drop a hit
We prolly poke it up with a stick
I'm in that big body with the tent
Tell all you lil niggas get a grip... (yea)
Gem city in this bitch this
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