Lyrics:
It's been forever
Since I could confide in a friend
Days go by
I sit and wait
Afraid inside
Keep the danger away
Mr November you're so relatable
I sit
It's been forever
Since I could confide in a friend
Days go by
I sit and wait
Afraid inside
Keep the danger away
Mr November you're so relatable
I sit
pussy every Saturday
You got the nerve to say I ain't shit?
'cause I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass bitch
[Chorus with Mr. Bigg and females
Mrs Wonderful
It's just a day like everyday
Head full, almost crushed by his weight
Ideas have to go
Your to do list is already done
You give some
Grab that ho by the weave
And let her know that it's on
Beat that fuckin' bitch ass 'til
The lights come on
Triple team that ho, tag team that ho
Mr
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
. Brightside
In the glow of the tail lights
I'll get you home by midnight
But what if we lost track of time?
We were singing Mr. Brightside
In the glow of your
muthafuckas
And there's gonna be some pussies
Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor
muthafuckas
And there's gon' be some pussies
Now the real niggas gon' be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gon' be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
of King Dedede
Loaded up the bong and I'm ready to hit
Hot momma by my side rubbing her clit
She says that our rhymes are fucking lit
I'ma launch that
fuck with my lil' homie (Bitch)
Put that pussy on me like
A hoodie in the wintertime socks on
Sweatin' like I'm sprintin' to
The finish line (Fyoom)
Mr
Call me mr ouu
Passionate like ouu
Gat the drip like ouu
Fashionista ouu
Your girl love my ouu
I don’t mind that ouu
I ain’t take no losses if I do
no other options after that
Bitches wanna sit and chat i just wanna hit from the back
Knock that pussy out hit her with the mack
Shout out to my bro
that pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In Pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit, we gon' get
Mrs. Claus tonight
I wanna be your Mrs. Claus tonight
You know it’s cold up in the North Pole so
Let me be your Mrs. Claus tonight
Looking right under
the pussy
Everyone's in here throwing blood money
Surrounded by the best
Killers, healers, not just the drug dealers
Grillers, Builders, Flippers
Come around
makin’ every mic mine
Time to let the light shine
Fuck with me you might die leave ‘em fried
When I dime-In on a beat i’m dining
Have a feast when
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
her dog home and I fucked her in the bed,
Called up Mr.Helm now we gettin bread
Aim down sights got 20/20 vision,
Shot to the head, I got all
She get turned on by the sound of my voice and the tats I show
Don't you blink cause next thing you know she back stage giving me throat
If the pussy
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 pussy) big
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