Lyrics:
da tings you learned in school We use a simple box of tools And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Paperman I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry
man use one light one
Any man try coke fi go try dead
Squaddy charge me and go bow shabba fi di weed
And seh to court we invited
But di judge advocate
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
out of my business
'Posed to be in Mrs manning
But I skipped to Mrs gilbert
Hold up, let me play calling
Let me sneak out the building
Say, go to car,
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
Alright class lets get this started
Where's my ruler
You can use my ruler Mrs Johnson
Aw sit down you!
OK Roll call! We got Kyle, Cameron, Hunter,
shit)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny shit (that corny shit)
Made so many songs, I could make "Lil Uzi Greatest Hits" (no bap)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay i'm gonna say the n-word
Lil Mosquito Disease you know what I'm saying
That's racist, you can't say the n-word!
Shout out Big
I'm always Surround by clouds you will get caught in the smog
The only side effect is a cough and when you come back your stride will be a moonwalk
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
a millionaire be a be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire (Come
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
I'm finished
I'll leave you a blemish
Swellin' all over your face, fuck it, I'll make you diminish
Use thirty-day tags when you spending
Big smile,
raised shit, Mr. Miyagi
Fuck any nigga got my back, I know God got me
They said I wasn't coming home, card watcher
They say all my niggas looking like they
Foreign Boi this you?
I got pistol by my side, and I was use to talkin' suicide
Put the blicky 'tween your eye, let me see you tell a lie
Money on my
goin goin keep er cause its cheaper
Knowing she's a meat eater
I keep the tool on me
Imma use it not abuse it
I been focused myself making time for my
her dog home and I fucked her in the bed,
Called up Mr.Helm now we gettin bread
Aim down sights got 20/20 vision,
Shot to the head, I got all
friend
The boy me nuh pree
Cause I man a speng
Come again Come again
Mr patch Mr patch
With the mac the gat
Nah shoot none a dem
Even though them a enemy
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I used to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (yeah)
But I never got use
The best if the the best yea it’s evident
Trap out the White House I’m the president
Playing with my money like playing my emotions
Have my money by
Use to be stuck in the rain, now its just raining in bands
Use to be doin my thang, still i be doing my thang but advanced
Use to be stuck in
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
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