Lyrics:
to dinner
Mr. 4, she always in my mix, I guess I had to blend her
I like my lil' bitch feisty, just like Ronda Rousey
Section need like eight bottles, we
'm the pro in the mix
The MC with the hits
Been Mr. TakeYoBitch
They fucked up
I found a Mrs. TakeYoBitch
Me and my Queen
Taking over shit
Walk up in your
the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you fucking pro?
On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage
mashin down the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you fuckin pro?
On the low the other night i caught your
be her son that's really reigning
Let em know what my name is
AOM
I write poems at times of my lows
No pros, just negative space my mind hold
Chosen
on you
Betta stay low-key cause niggas weak ,ah get to snitchin' on you
Baby get away from the work before you get it on you
Gave lil bro the glizzy like
is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'
Lean low
(Yeah!)
Bitch, it's Lil' Dr1p, I be drippin' nineteen
Let it get spinnin', I'm a need a vaccine (Aye!)
Can't have nic, can't mix the caffeine
Or my body
through these hoes like Drano
But I keep it low pro, 'cause she's my main hoe
I got your tickets, they're on Fandango
Back room, no fro, I'll be eating
could lead a horse to water
I hope one day he gon' listen
I just keep a lil' bit of my cold Glade
Put a lil' bit in my plus one
Don't know where to put
[Mr. Lil One]
Homicide carrols unloadin from these barrels
'Mr. Rap Devil' still got the bow and arrows
Havok to the maggots turn the devil into a faggot
my packets we gonna blow so
6ix minutes i'ma properly switching time zones
Young niggas out here
Cruising in a low low
6ix bitchs Jamy packed in a four
and I pour that Wock'-Wock' up by the four
Four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four, four
Look how she bounce it, she a pro
a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in
Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I
fashoe they know I'm on go got 'em ducking low
She a pro she be on that pole like she trying to vote
With my bro if you wanting smoke he gone leave you
like getting on her nerves
Then I rub her on her pussy and lil mommas get the urge
I said shake that ass slow and drop it low for me
I said shake that
(Barcelona)
I'm in the booth, chilling making heat on Macbook Pro
And if you don't wanna play ball, you gotta go
(Aye, Mr. Clementine)
You gotta go (Go)
I'm by
Gon' let me fuck still i mix a little bit of
Kendrick with some LA weather
Then step out like Chicago in it's finest era
You niggas begging for attention
the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in
but
Kizzy me an Joe
We could get em by da load
Fuck a V, I want a pro
For pussy I don’t need da paper
Neither do I wanna pay for
There he goes another
sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'
Lean low, bitch,
Lil' Bottom, he was walkin', I ain't have to use no cane
Man, Lil' 2B, man, I wish he didn't get shot that day
That shit fuck me up, locked up in a cage
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
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