Lyrics:
shrugs, "I guess we've got nothing to lose
Come on, get your boots on son, I'll tell the ref the news"
Dribbles runs onto the pitch, the stadium goes nuts
fuck Kim K and make Kanye watch
Mr. Take Your Bae, YGA (ayy), I like fun games, treat a bun like a box
Ayy, squeeze it, pop it, his top, crop it
How
the mood
Act out for a move, going south on you, no?
Hey, miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi' ('Iagi)
Don't text
with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin
I'm hella strong,
catch me
S'cuse Me
I am the truth in the booth
Dropping the top on the roof
Bought her some Louis V boots
…Then hit it from the caboose
Take your girl
Wanna be hood so bad but came up with that silver spoon
Get to pissing in your boots if you around some real goons
I ain't talking down on the struggle
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
boy they move your body like a
fuckin' parade
And I'm, and I'm, Mr. Reason is to get a change
Illustrated mind, shakin' fruits from the branch, yeah
your boots knocked
I`ma slide, I`m in her when I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot potato
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2
this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will y'all learn?
Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with
it grimy 90s
They try to steal my thunder, but know I keep the lightning
I see what you need, baby, lil' soufend in your life
Siva give you spins,
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
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, gangsta
Yeah
I come creepin' through your hood in
(Imma get rich one day, on my momma, watch, nigga)
Ask bro
He ain't see no hoe in me (Hell naw)
Boots on the ground
Real BOTG bones in me
I don't
by the way you shakin your perk-u-later
I'm the smooth operator
Hot mommy motivator
What I really wanna do
Put that thing on you
butter up yo hot
boots
I can tell pussy run deep in your roots
I can tell you don't got guap like the Jews
I can tell you don't got guap like I do
Got a fist full
glass shatter, transistors blow
I'm the shit for sure! Roll wit it, bitch or worm firm
I'm hot in this heat, a head shot'll keep your perm burned
It's
Women scream "get in me"
And what do I do I get in it
I put on my boot and I step in it
Right left in them Mr eterceden
Head all the time
It may sound
in your boots
Now you shakin I'm your knees
Acting like I'm the enemy
Who is you
I is me
Bitch I'm PayRoll
And I'm killin all ya beats
Like
One two
One
Meanwhile I'm shakin' makin' 'em sing sing
With the bang with the bomb, with the bomb
I'm all up in the club
Fresh em off the trout
Snatching up town
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
they can't do what I do on the hook
I won't text, I won't call
But they still go wait in
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not hurt my gang
Yo Mr. Man, can you
Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got
Turnin' the Gotti on the cock
And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes
Now a days
Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got
Turnin' the Gotti on the cock
And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes
Now a days
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