Lyrics:
working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but
Hit them lights
Hit them lights, make this shit
Look darker in this ho, Ayy
Hit them lights
I gotta get a lil' darker here
Hit them lights
Ain't
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
hearing the words that I’m saying? You better have left
You better have left
I'm telling you once, I won’t say it again
Trying my hardest in all of my
further
But when I heard they popped them burners by his grandpa's crib
I needed answers like a teacher who's givin a pop quiz
So once we left the station,
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
listen boy you better not settle for nothin
You better keep grindin and hustlin
I told ha ma you already know
You talkin Lil Wop I was born the goat
They
lines like
there's no end
and I won't look for you in my room about my friends.
I checked themicrophones@hotmail.com like once a week.
I would drive out
[Hook]
Yea
This is the Coon
I'm with my man Mr. Trice
Def entertainment bout to take over this shit
Is yall mutha fuckers ready
Once again, is yall
. Watchyohoe, cause I could get her on go, she gon catch some
Gripping this lil bitch by her dreads, she trying to make her escape on the bed
After that, its
as biscuits from lil' Mrs. Baird's
Also make a whole lot of dough
But still remain will be floatin' in commodes
My lil' homies think my matrimony
Say you
booty
I go crazy for the coins she my soulmate
A beast with the tongue so I call her Mrs. Yoshi
Don't make me run up in yo' grill with the two piece
Big
That's right mothafuckas
Knightowl's back with some of that violent shit
With my boy Lil' One up in this mothafuckin house
Chris Gun up in this
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
nigga
and plus she know I ain't no lame nigga
and I ain't pressin' her just to see if my number's
in her phone (in her phone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
yo
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
'm fine
It's a science
You can't be denying
That my shit fire
If you ain't even try it
It's Mr. S.A.M.O
And I'm in the right groove
I'm sorry to be
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
Sugar leaves soaking in gin again
That's how we win again
Infused Tanqueray
On my birthday
Mr Smoke It All
Smoked it all on the first day
I
soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and axes
[Mr. Lil One]
Fool
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
pistol smokey
Bitch, don't approach me
Or get blasted by bitches with toasties up in the Kochi
Ever since I ran that money up nigga got mad friends
Cherry
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