Lyrics:
and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM)
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we
the bodega where you get your party favors
Strap on me plus I got the nose like a car payment
I ain't scared to spend it, fuck a image just to show our
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
to the Lou aye
Turn up
I’m a lil different shawty
We finna throw a lil after party
Woke up in magnolia ain't here to play boy I ain’t talkin' bout Carti
She
Haha, bring it up to my party
(oh I see them hoes comin')
Pills, lean and them flats
They off molly, they off lean, they off syrup
We bring pills, lean,
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
GET ON THE FLOOR (HEY THERE MR DJ)
(Written, Produced,Performed by GROOVE STATE)
Hey there Mr DJ,
Get get get get on the floor
Get get get
Wait, I'm bout' to roll up gas
Jump in a shark, skrt fast
Hold that you wheel
You better not crash, lil' bro
On bro
I'ma just blow through the coat Party
(Tonight we doing it my way)
What's the plan (Oh God)
Tonight ya wanna turn up (Ah what me say)
I wanna turn up (I see the party shot)
I wanna turn up (Mr
'm Mr. Messy and she so sexy
Kiss me up or can
I kiss your neck please
You cant help me this aint healthy
I'm goin' hard like a big Apache
I'm Mr. Messy
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Okay, let's go
Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Okay, let's go
Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk,
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'
karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we
a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her "stay away" (stay away)
The party is poppin' (poppin')
She whip it,
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (dumb as fuck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah)
I told my PO
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
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
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
permission Lil nigga
I ain't running shyt by you
If yo potna get to trippin, we gone dig em up a grave
Then put him in a box right by you
You a lame to me
Think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
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