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people i love in the hood
Counting up big blues I feel like swifty
Hitting licks cause it's fun running up
I been taking yo shit been doing it quickly
So

Now i'm cooking up like it's methylene blue
I see these niggas by what they all lack
None of you niggas could ever be crew
I'm the king of my city, I

do not fear
We deliver all the presents now is that crystal clear
Have a holly Covid Christmas it’s the best time of the year
Mrs. Clause called us one

a nasty bitch yeah she clean the dick
Ball head Mr clean the way she clean the dick
I'ma real nigga and I ain't never snitch 
Run it up by myself I ain't

that Guy Fieri was the cooker
How'd I find my volume, had to get some water, drippin' do it by displacement
So I went and put 650 on my wrist, just

Downstairs she barbed Mr T
Wanna have sex on the beach
Running her mouth to a gee
Cos I never pay for shit
Dropped her off by the bridge
Switched numbers

don’t want to call a truce
We got beef till they die got to play by the rules
Free hitman he don’t play with them tools
Make lil baby arch before I hit my

Pussy terrorist
Got that dope D
O.D
Make her slit her wrist
Mr. Clitoris
Here to finish this no minute man
I got you kitchen dick
Now to the bed legs by

bout to cum
She told me make it rain
I made it pour
I asked her who’s the man she said hodder D
Then I bust in her e.y.e
They call me mr skeet and leave

and happy or smart and blue
Yet still we're wondering how to get out of here
And the cops never taught us nothing but what to fear
Mr. Don't Know Nothin' in

baby
Sit back and kick up your feet, if you well please
I'll say please and thank you
Cherish you for all that you do
Reassure you're appreciated by me

to be
Ya pussys pull but cannot squeeze
Still blowing trees like canopy

Camera click me candidly
Can't handle me when I'm on o e
G o l d mr L b say it

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sorry
I'm the kid I'm the babe I'm the party
Sorry shawty
Yo yo yo
This is ATB otherwise known as Abe The Babe
Formerly known as The Incredible Mr. Steak

on the wrong end of a broom until they turn blue
My diction will doom ya
Here comes John Mackey, Mr. Conscious Capitalist
Ain't that like an ethical rapist
This

g
It's mr drink liquor
Until I feel sicker
More nuts than a snicker
Touch my dog I'm John wicker
Pagans love to bicker
Till I stand up that's

me up
I'm going in on they ass

Sorry that I'm late
I'm Mr. Life of the Party
Blunt fucking lit
Shit let's gone get started
And yea I hit them beats

beef
Better hit the highway while I Fly Away
Been to hell and back on my own two feet
What's the name, Mr. Hicks, Game plan, getting rich
Redeemed by all

Watch my uncle cut crack and I learned from it
Then he had kids and he turned from it
I be ducking the cops I'm a roadrunner
I can shoot by myself a lone

I see you moving the pieces in your ivory tower
Spread myself around like buckshot
Get my mask on down by the water cooler
Because I gotta get what

your boots on, your navy blues on
Have you a cruise cross the map now
This ain't no punching-in slaps now
This what you wanted, the facts now
This ain't

Everyone think I'm the same, oh well
When they see the ice on my neck they stare
I'm Mr. Maninthafunction, Its a pleasure to meet ya
Don't get me wrong I'm

Big blue sky shining sun
Life is good when you ain't gotta run
Living by the sea new beginnings
He got cuts and bruises deep inside
They look at him

the studio
Spitting to the beat like I was talking to a centerfold
Coming with "A" Game
Her flag blue my flame maintain
But she ain't tripping off the other