Lyrics:
joke
Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?)
Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed
I knew this was a rich lil' whore
She gave me $100, but I
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
In
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right!
Gotta Stay Hands On w/This Shit, Hands On
Hands On, Hands On Nigga, Hands On
I'm Hands On w/This Shit Man, I'm Touching Everything Man
Yeah, Every
broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will
up, got to act out my plan now
Yeah!
Man this shit feels way to easy
Don't know what I'm smoking, that pack's not on Leafly
Switching my hoes I do that
no Easter|I can make his ass burp like a baby without no hiccup_I can...||[Interlude: Lil Dicky]_Quan what's this have to do with saving money
to go back and forth that shit so backwards
Dumbass
I got guel in this bitch see jojo on the mix
Got draco making films mr a with the shits
Mr a with
We the Mistahs tell me what you got against us
That were G's and your broad want to sex us?
Mr. Shadow and the Mutha fucking Lil one
We let 'em bleed
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons
This is a Seed beat
Apocalypse Phoenix, I Rastafari
Mr. Get Lifted, hit'em with that wicked, blaze on that gifted, eyes red and spliffed
Mr. Get
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
giving you niggas life
Can't spell one day without a y
Y y y
Y y y y
Watch this bitch
Nigga I'z go crazy Hospin
Hospitable
Hospital's closed but I better
up side your head
Low Pro in this bitch best to break your bread
I said Opps up side your head
Low Pro in this bitch best to get the worst bread
[Lil
a mess
Your lil' bitch know my niggas up next
(My niggas up next)
So she dropping her dress
I hit a lick and they looking impressed
Mr jug and finnesse
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
I put in the work
So I went shopping
I did by myself
Cause nobody got me
No feelings I’m hurting
Cause everyone left me
Now do as I’m pleasing
You
bummin in I get it by the mail
I'm a pimp these bitches do what I say and I ain't gotta yell
Put a lil bitch on the road and tell her ride with it
D nigga
brought the smoke, okay we vibin'
I just made a play, go bring the bag in
Pray for my lil' homies they so savage
They say it's so lonely at the top
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "this lil' nigga's
Ay yo
Wait for the drop then I four the bitch
Burner only do message no calls on it
Straight to the voice and I forward it
Cali drought, never I
motherfucker"
Partner back there tried to mean mug me
And turn me like I was a sucker
So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town
Before you find yourself
nicks
Now I push by the O
Bro told me chill
Cause I'm destined to blow
I planned for this shit
Bro i already know
Never was fed
Had to get it
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