Lyrics:
of yall gone leave with me
I can't keep you round no, I know that you for the streets
I'm with gang, so bring ya girls, you know we flip em by the 3
Lil hoe
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me
Yeah, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now
You know who we got up inthis bitch
M.o., m.O.b.b.b
(Boy) lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin' in
working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
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
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
Don't wait for me, don't text my phone I can do bad all by myself, better leave me
I call Mr. Johnny, and he acting funny He want me to pay for
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
dot, line, dot I'm not seeing the vision
Eat a nigga for lunch paid suspension for dinner
And they be famous by breakfast but this the world that we
The streets gonna always be fun
Now put Lil Mack on the map if he walk it off
Now put Lil Spitter on the map if he walk it off
Now put lil po
bullets, rather have 'em dodge it
I might leave the earth and take off like I'm Mr. Rocket (Takeoff)
Cause I ain't fucking with this energy just being honest
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
was grey hoodies
For every nigga, every bitch said I can't or couldn't
Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
and homies dead in the streets
And Mr. President's a natural ass
He out treating niggas worse than they treat the trash
God save, these streets
One
your girl feeling juicy
Gunman gonna make a movie
My girls acting boujee
Lil shawty, aye, she showing her boobies
I get the bag, shout out to Gucci
Mr
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