Lyrics:
cops on my chop, but I just sell music
These niggas don't have heart to fight, they'd rather let twelve do it
I'd rather be judged by twelve than
numbers too steep for commas
I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond them
Got a two-seater problem
Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock
the FUCK you be
What? It's Fiend y'all
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
And hiding in trees, to escape the mic that I
and ever
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree, I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
[Chorus]
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh
D.P.'s
Sticking to myself, cause nigga I'm a G
And I don't want no fuck niggas hanging round me
One hundred
[Verse 3: Xavier Wulf]
Yeah ho, yeah ho
Move
on D3 and make em blind
Fuck D2, boy, you a hoe, you got me up and that's for sure
Man, you know what they call me, they call me Mr. That's Go
Call me Mr
nigga)
Tell 'em tell 'em (break bread nigga)
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & Ludacris - repeat 2X]
Heyyyyy I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain
(I'm so thrifty)_Ay, we gon' save that money (I'm so stingy)_Ay, we gon' save that money_What we do? We gon' save that money||[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]|Rap
have seen (I will)
I'll do this for my fucking team
From the N.A.P nigga you know it's on (You know it's on)
Trapping fresh to def Mr. Put it on (Ice put
My spirit in a good place and I can tell yours by your smile
Say cheese if memories important let's freeze the moment
My nigga calling today is for my
champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all
champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all
bitch!)
them niggaz talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!)
them niggaz talkin shit(I'm a dump my clip!)
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
I'm shaken'my haterz off I
like a basket
I was crazy since I was a baby
A killer since I was born
And rehearsed by the lord
Of my first coming
So you can't touch me
One two Mr
always got that fire
I got something that they need
I got something that they want
I got something that they need
Call me the supplier
[Verse 2:]
Extra,
D
Mans just tryna be free
Mans just tryna run free
One time tryna' be free
Two bitches sucking my d
Three times pull the trigger then they runnin' up
What makes you think I respect you?
[ VERSE 1: 3D ]
Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed
that when you fill me up wit them hollow point slugs.
Verse 2-(C-BO)
Mr. Tre-five-seven, I send that ass to heaven,
quick to murder mutha fuckaz,
doin' work
Two four on my shirt
He the greatest on the court
And I'm the greatest on the verse
Going for the 4th ring like it was his first
Gotta get
afford it?
I got bitches lined up like they waiting for them 1 Jordans
Baow, I just shot him in his ass, that's my first warning
I'm Mr. Pop This
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
She wanna eat the D when intermissions (Woah)
[Verse 1: Mr. White Dogg]
Give her dope d she need a intervention
Baby super bad put her on detention
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
'm lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
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