Lyrics:
you, and you don't even have a clue
Lil Green coming in, once again on a win
There is Molly in the sky, you'd think it was a pie
Yo, Mr. Silly, I
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
she feign
She be like Saph please put it on me
Folks big cap
Im droptop vibes
I roll up
Light up the sky
I pour up
Toast to sky
Yeaah cause its been
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
Mr Mr Politician
You got a whole lot
Of explaining to do
Red skies, black smoke
Huddled on the beach
Trying not to choke
When will you listen
When
Uhhhhhhh
Money money money
Always on my mind
Gotta get it now
I'm running outta time
Grindin more or less
I'm feeling like I'm shyne
Walking by all u
your glass, hit my glass
The toast, make it last, make it last
As I look around the room Beautiful faces before my eyes
What a joyous time For us to come
I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes
I'm in my zone, cooking your zone
Got me a clone, dripping VLONE
Hit him in his dome, hit him and go
Aye lil
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
Referee akaridza pito, Hanzi ndapedza ma sports
Champopo for the real ones, raise your glass make a toast
Patek Phillipe my nigga, Time is money my
Outer space the place that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin'
Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan
Hi haters
Captain hook and mr smee
Hoist the anchor give no quarter as I spin you our adventures
On the mighty rolling deep
Yarr shiver me timbers lads
You’ll grab
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
be a goat
Put you somewhere on the coast
Baby come here take a toast
Fuck you right I make you float
Got me a bad lil bitch Yeah
That I be sexting
like I'm cutting toast
I been stumbling thru the city picking shawties
But I never have been a joke
They wanna fuck me just to they did it
I used
the deepest of throats
I am the Leaf, she the rose
I dip my chips in the gold
I close a deal then we toast
I smoke a Zip the ghost
Me and my bitch is goals
My
shootin' up so high (look at them flames lighting up the sky)
I ain't never seen fire shooting up so high
Are you listening people to what I'm sayin'?
roll, but I assure you that would be a rocky road
But these mixed signals probably got you near misses
So excuse, miss, but I ain't ready for Mrs. (Though
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
Bless-Ish_Mr Guala
Intro
( I got the guala,i got the guala )x 2
Chorus
I got the guala,i can't be kicking shit like i'm Dybala,
feel like
heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
him I am doubtful that your love is true
So if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by
him I am doubtful that your love is true
So if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by
my lil shot, cause you know when shoot baby girl I shoot lights out
And oh she baddie, you know i'm gone slide to see what the hype bout
If I ever had
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