Lyrics:
bag
This personal, but I smoke by the hashtag
I can bet the shit you smoking been sad
Come outta trash can
I told my roun to hit me, them raccs attached
young nigga dressed all black, he a shooter
Hang with my brother like he Mr. Cooper
Sli and F.E, 2R troopers
Unky do not keep the Glock
My unky just keep
"Big head" text
And I can be your Mr. Midnight
When you get out the shower (when you need a midnight)
In the midnight hour (when you need a midnight
All the days drove by, but you're just tipping toes
I'm Mr. step baby, I'm slamming dunk on my foes
My big ol' foot demands chaos and justice
Afraid
Ah yeah..
I'm with this..
Ahhh yeah..
I'm with this..
Hey yo, kickin wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Had a dog by the name of Old Yeller
gobbled, some wild hens would fly by
And try to get a piece of sweet Chewbacca's sweet ol' big ass
And everytime these hens got close, the hunters would
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Oh, oh
Gucci! Whats happenin'
Gucci! Burr, burr, burr
On fire, you say you more fire then nigga you a lie
Homie you and I, know the trooper
Oh, oh
Gucci! Whats happenin'
Gucci! Burr, burr, burr
On fire, you say you more fire then nigga you a lie
Homie you and I, know the trooper
pikin don die
Dem dey cry dey ask baba e God why
Na Mr So so and so so come
English finishing start to dey form
Him as I'm no suppose come at all
People
war cyaa green or cool like tea
Dem a badman a yard and big fraud a broad
Bad inna dem house but a big punk a road
Dem a chink inna board, soap opera
Oh yeah, hoo
Mr.Bigstuff, who do u think u are?
Mr.Bigstuff, you're never gonna get my love
Not because you wear
All those fancy clothes (oh
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
trooper disguise
Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
Big news! My savior has arrived!
My intuition's never been so strong!
Big news! My career has been revived
All I needed was a snippy, pissy Yankee
with the big man vibe
mr big man (mr big man} 8x
anything wey them like make them talk
see the money wey dey come no go stop
for the bank account opor
performance[00:16.58]By none other than high-fidelity Mr. Morton[00:19.77]Nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Morton[00:21.98]High profile I'm just important[00:24.17]Nice to meet
runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I want to know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
Oh,
to thumb suck
Once sought a life thought it right to write about
Now gets raped by aryans in the big house (OUCH!)
[Mr. Lif]
Ted did 20 years for growing
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
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