Lyrics:
their kids
Hey, why have drama
Nigga, your baby mama stay
Right around the corner
I could touch her if I fuckin' wanna
So why you wanna insist to diss?
I
I speak so soft but the intent is belligerent
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's
(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
today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' Mr. Postman
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
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
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
good, so I told her to swallow
I ain't comin' with no Mr. Man, best believe we all though
Had to step on that gas, best believe I pulled a throttle
How
Let me lay this verse down right quick
Lil shawty
Lil shawty spoil she gone cry if she don't get the world
I make bread like Mr.Krabs but all she
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
much for you
They call me Mr Freak Nasty
I want you in my passenger
So we could mash it up
So is you riding what's up
We'll be getting Freaky in
counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all
(Which one)
She so classy, she's so jazzy (yea)
Lil momma blow like a ref
Do it on tha dick
She don't need no help
She say she got it
She do it all
respect on my name
(What he say?)
What I said was HEY
(What he say?)
Put respect on my name
(What he say?)
What I said was
Damn I'm getting sick of these
respect on my name
(What he say?)
What I said was HEY
(What he say?)
Put respect on my name
(What he say?)
What I said was
D*** I'm getting sick of these
. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
so worried about mine
I feel like a genius with a sickness
Call me Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde
Somebody better tell him that I'm on one
They call me Dr.
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
the sarlack pit
So you can jump around if you’d like
I’m not the terminator
But I’ll be back
Cause I’m addictive like crack
To your dome
They say when in Rome
Oh, Mr Medicine
I'm so happy you came here
You went from 'Every man'
To 'Every man savior'
When we all took to Everest
We were lookin' for
call that a sick plan
Achoo, damn sneeze on my money call these the sick bands
I just been counting it up so much, damn I got six hands
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
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