Lyrics:
spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, I bust wit' a fo'-five
Lick you up
(Yo)
Lil north philly b*tch feelin like a xannie
Call the pussy cat
Call eat it up like candy
When i get the bands gon' spend on my mommy
Ghost a lil
careful lil nigga
All of my niggaz are plotting
You already dead lil nigga
Woo
Woo
I'm checking for synergy and energy
So, watch how you step to me,
brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For
disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu, nigga
I wish the nigga well
Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!
Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
)
Can I make you want to kiss on my kitty(just a lil)
Just get down to the nitty griddy gushy wushy sticky icky
In da club in da heat in da v.i
dumb da, de dumb, dumb da dumb de dumb
Ah em, they call me Mr. Carter, I fly over water
In my own charter, baby, I can turn you on like a phone charger
HIIIIGHER
LEVEL NIGGAS THEY ROLL WIT THE DEVIL
SPRING I BE DOIN MY THING WIT MY CREW
THIS IS HOW I DO WIT MY PRETTY RAH LOU
WIT SPIGG KNIGHT AN FREAK
yourself or let it repeat itself
I made mistakes but go fuck yourself Mr. Mrs Perfect
Told my brother if you got an Ace now's the time to put it on the table
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine
Ain't no time, to play
Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time
Don't pack guns, but I'm ghetto as hell
on a player's name
When I grab my mic I'm the one man crew
Talking bout me, wouldn't think about you
When you heard Too $hort came to town
You never would've
'm surrounded by killers
I'm with my crew
And they all see what I do
Yeah I'm constantly known as a ripper
I'm in my bag
And I'm well known as a tipper
I'm always
two Waynes? Wayne over Hook
Hehe I don't know what they
Do but I do thangs
This Mr "Everytime You See Me
Got A New Chain"
My flow crazy, I ain't too
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
Kaput, I'm done with this life intercepted by my lights
That turn despite I don't want to breath
If I could wipe I would be gone and leave this clean slate
5 duece Hoover
Still $1, 200 for the whole cruiser
Still do a drive by in the Uber
Head band but I'm not a fuckin' hooper
We trap big well mine a lil
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
a player, teach the game to you children. I be by the action not the type that ride bench. I'm all about my dollars, only thing that makes sense. That's
Position shuffle like a deck
Aggressive growls by her neck
Trying to break into a sweat
Only way I cum
Gone be correct
Afterwards we lay
A lil caress
Politic
Black Lives Matter
Mr officer why you stop me
Mr officer my hands are free
Mr officer please dont shoot me
Mr officer I can't breathe
Black Lives
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung
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