Lyrics:
bikini|Lil' flip flops on her bare feet|Layin' these lil' kisses on me|I got a lil' boom box|Sittin' right there by the porch swing|Lil' Skater on repeat|Lil
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
guitar
Mr, Mr politic man
What you do
You a play with my integrity
How long we wait down here
Something is changing, maybe its not clear
How long we wait
coming up with rhymes like wow
They ain't no other lil' n**** with this hype type sound
I got hella hoes in your city that I might pipe down
I swear all
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips playing tag
aint nothing
ay ayo man
K Chrys :
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips
fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn)
Rest in peace to Black Rob, this
Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I
a millionaire (Ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, Be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me,
I Got them Prints just like a Cheetah bad lil hoe and she sing like Sia i rock her boat just like Aaliyah Foreign tires Bald Mr Clean i stay wit
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about
Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
Thought you were
Increase the Tempo
Tempo, tempo, tempo
Increase the Tempo
Tempo, tempo...
How you do it so magical
Play for my head like a bass guitar
You tormenting me
and sons
Play side by side
As time passes by, I, I
On... Guitar Player Drive
On Guitar Player Drive
As the night gets long
Some drift away
The way they say
to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter (ah, yeah)
There is no water
role
I work hard for this shit
Okay case closed
I want peso
They my lil clones
They know they know
Iont play wit dem hoes
Had to stay on my toes
Till I
a rockstar
Don't got no guitar
G locks for the guitar
Come meet my outrage
Hot ass nigga prolly up on all the cars
My bish say I'm a thot
Be up on all
and seedy
He was baggy at the knees
Once ear was somewhat missing
No need to tell you why
And he scowled upon a hostile
World from one forbidding eye
those guitars through the night
Sing I'll Fly Away on Sundays teach our children wrong from right
BB Guns to Remingtons we grow into our rifles
We live by
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Ballin in the trench with my orphans
Blocc life
Real deal
Hood stars
Book smart
Street smart
Baby I'm a rockstar
See I got you vibin' to the guitar
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