Lyrics:
Christmas
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
One bitch two bitch but I want you bitch
Cupid didn't miss never felt like this
Every time I see you I feel
the truth)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It always got to be one
Diarrhea-mouth nigga on the street who let his mouth steady run
411er, call him Mr. Information
Now how
the Ultralight Beam
Like I'm Ye, see amazing
MR got duos
Like Yeezy and Jay-Z
Popped a few lil xans
They said my vision hazy
Painted the portrait, while niggas
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
claimed she ain't see me
On the basement with Tigga
Them both my niggas, I suppose
I might have been doin' a
Lil' frontin' for the hoes
When I flip flows, I
the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really
Fuck taking PT, tryna catch me a plane
Mr. clean in the clip tryna catch me a stain
I'm not afraid of no nigga that's lame
I'm from the block where
than fabric
Far from average, 357 on me
Knockin' Cam' Horse & Carriage shit
If I was you, that'd be embarrassin'
Told Slay if this rap don't pop
Fuck
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
that you can throw at me
[Verse 1 - Mr. Chris]
(SOON TO COME)
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
This is just the start of things youll never get between my wings
I'm the same G they call lil skinny
No longer skinny, but I'm pushin an expedition on 2O's
And it's plenty wood in my sack, and that's a fact
Playa
at a nigga cause here it come
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Killa! Let's go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look
'm sayin'? I-I, I be, I be, I been
I been, I been here for the culture, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin'
'm sayin'? I-I, I be, I be, I been
I been, I been here for the culture, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin'
won't like me when angry
Make me write a verse to fuck up your day like that can of beans in ya pantry
I need an audience to prove I ain't fraudulent
Long Life - Prazzi-Wailer ft Mr.Morf
Pre-Chorus:
I just wanna live my life
With omo to fine, wey set, wey go dey by my side
Gurl am ready for
little busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started
(brother like me)
( Verse 2 )
Ha ha, I was buyin new tennis shoes
and gold rings to platinum links and pearls
You my boo and for you, I'd do anything for
I felt so worthless
Legs felt weak
Do me this service
If I die
Write me a sermon
(Verse 2)
Lil bit
Motivation
Drives my tendencies
My instincts
Criminal) Verse 2:
They want to see us locked up and deported
Fuck Trump ese
Got the gang
Distorted Mr. Criminal coming in like a vortex
Bout to put these
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
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