Lyrics:
call me Lil' Bray, Mr , take your pack
Niggas quick on their feet, cause they really run track
If I see me out, then I'm doublin' back
You gotta be two
nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
Okay, I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like
so what?
I'm like, bitch, kick rocks, go and hit the hoe bus
Kick rocks in the scat, yeah, we doin' donuts
We gon' wipe your nose, you can see it on my
never had a problem getting trim, lil' mama
Your pussy ain't worth per diem
Heavyweight and I ain't gotta stay in no gym
Line 'em up and knock 'em down
on deck, stay ready for beef
Lil' nigga scared shitless, he can't even sleep (ha-ha)
And you already know what them K's will do
I'll have them pussy nigga
right to be a lil' pissed off
He picked you up, y'all got in argument, he got his shit off
My energy like, "Get lost," your energy just want peace
I
to sleep with that bitch
But when she doze off beside me, I slide right back in between
And be like, cum for Freddy Kruger bitch, I live in your dreams
Hey,
to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
life by the book
They try but aint like I could
Birds eye view high take a look
They sleep on me now like a California king
Married to the game but i
Lil' Biddy out here spillin' sauce
$300' for a bape shirt just to wear it once
The last nigga tried to troll, I just put him in a blunt
I'm talkin' like
stalk me
Got a big dick in your bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier
dick in your bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than Similac when I
Curry, how I sleep you then wave good bye
Park this bitch behind your head and put the shells in auto drive
Walkin' with my head down, it's money
me Mr. Combs, and I'm nine-digit strong
Niggas hatin' on me but it's not (workin')
When I was nineteen, I walked in the house
And I told my momma
a couple melodies from Ella's lips
All the things compelling me just seemed to start to melt and drip
Like icicles in April
I miss the old times, I'm talkin
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
daily as the right
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery
Was so deep, couldn't sleep
Now of course I want peace on the streets
But realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never worked
my misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep
(let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth
[Chorus: Mr. Lil One]
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, comin in stalkin
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, still shit talkin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil
Grah
10KJoa in this bitch
Stop playin
Grah
Don't run
What? Like
Come here
Bitch, I'm a demon, yeah, I know my worth
I'm Mr. Hop out put him
[Mr. Lil One]
Where's my G's at sippin Mickey's and wearing Dickies
Throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
No I'm not Ricky but I live la
hearing my life, bitch it's fact
These niggas be talkin', I'm hearing them chat
Lil bitch I don't care, hop in a Scat
Money tall like Gobert, how can I
Great black crows screeching
Mr. Todd?
No one here. Where is this Mr. Todd?
No matter
He'll be back in a moment, for I trust him as I trust my
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