Lyrics:
It's the dream team bitch mr philadelphia
Philly in this bitch, Meek Million
Jalil Beats, holla at me
All I ever wanted was a
Million and a bad
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
we the flyest so
Kids at home, yo, please don't try this
My hands in my pocket man I'm doing the wop
Lil' mama on her Snoopy Doggy Dogg, she
now (bow)
Now they calling me chastised (yeah, young tip)
Make the car flip out in traffic I double my taxes got butter and tactics they know it (yep)
mama use to pray for me every
Night I was sitting in that cell
Goin' straight to hell
Man I said I gotta get my flow
Remember sitting in my cell my
Mama
nothin', don't care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
Fuck you, lil' bitty bitch, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich I think my car bring me
this money I stay with a Frank
And go mess with my bread and that lil boy get baked
And I'm dripping this water I hop in a lake
Lil Mari on fire they
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
that's Mr. Stand-On-Business
Real killer, boy you know I step on shit in every season
And all my niggas, they be shootin', they shoot it off they meter
It was a golden moment golden moment (golden moment)
In the history of TV news
No one could explain it
It just got great reviews
"Hey Mr. Clean
It was a golden moment golden moment (golden moment)
In the history of TV news
No one could explain it
It just got great reviews
"Hey Mr. Clean
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Count my shit
One-fifty on my neck, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sippin' champagne
I just bought a car, hundred
the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I see (now I see) oh whoa
Because I'm sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
And now I see
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
money I spent on my neck, coulda sent you and you to school (school)
I got a house bigger than Elvis, got some foreign cars too (too)
Rest in peace Mr
can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker kinda actin crazy
Mrs. Parker trynna have my baby
Mrs. Parker
Mrs. Parker
I know I'm not your only one
But can I be
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
a Spartan
JD, the biggest thing in the A, since Martin
The Barack of College Park, I mean what more can I say
I switch my chains with my cars, switch my
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
motherfucker
Get the cash from the safe
Then I'm movin out of state on
My way to the border
Finna go push a cake, wrapped in the car
It's my birthday
Put my face
[Mr. Lil One]
What's up Dawg
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up
[Mr. Lil One]
You back up in here again
[Mr. Shadow]
Yes
{Mr. Lil One]
You see that board
I up the gutta gutta lil boys freeze up
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam
She said come on, and we got in the car
Took a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)
Got some gin, some juice, some coke
I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no
got the game all in on lock
He talking 'bout bird, we get that by the flock
A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot
I got way too much love right there
Discuss these sitting in my car by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In