Lyrics:
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will
cow boy boots and my bandana
Plug brought the load in on a camel
I’m just a country boy from the bama
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch
the waist up, I don't take drugs
Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo)
You exotic, open up, let me come
Hook
I ain't been around for a minute
But ill be back in town yea (Said i'll be back in town Bae)
Don't you count me out lil baby
Said I'ma put it
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
Chilling in my iced-out Prada frames
I just wanna fuck, don't wanna know your name
I'll be looking holy in my thousand dollar Miu Miu boots
'Cause I
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped,
shakin your rump
Be makin' me wanna come fuck you, no fakin the funk
And when your lil' gangsta bitch mode take place
Make a nigga wanna bump the first
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
but the grass moist
She wanna play, I'm floating in her water like some bath toys
Think I'm Mr. Right? Right, you got it wrong
Aye your face ain't
apology
Woo
Woo
His bitch told me A B C
It's gang gang in 1 2 3
Can't be scared in my city, DC
Woo
Woo
Big dog with no OG
I was by myself making plays
Now
And the truth is to the youth; Better strap on your boots
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not
Yeah (goin' dummy on these hoes)
Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)
Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi
Don't text me in
wraith
You know I’m goin’ to fast
All that bullshit Yeah, I put it in the past
Bad lil bitch Yeah, Yeah, she shakin’ that ass
And you know imma throw
games with her, she ain't trippin' she gon' play back
Like, "Okay I'll drop you off at home, Mr. Maybach" (I got you)
Steph like, "How was your day?"
caught up on the block by your shorty rock, my nigga that's hot boy
Ima take my chances
Show you why I'm Mr Fantastic stretching my list of decisions even
a opponent they know Ima shoot yea
I'm in the loop yea
She give me head I blow her back then give her the boot yea
I run down like Biggie Smalls gimme the loot
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come
a restart
You kept me in the dark
Now you're fucked up and you're run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your
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