Lyrics:
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
sheep for the lettuce
Get us
They judge us ain't ain't even met us
I gotta hop on my shit right quick
We swimming the current they trying to net us
right left
(Sssshhaaaddyyyyy Aftermath gggg-unit!!)
COME ON!
[Chorus - Lil Shade - Mr. Chris]
Now step step left right left
March march march through
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
see me)
Oh no, no
We ain't sayin that all cops are bad
I think the good cops hate the bad cops sometimes
But you know this has to stop
You feel me?
me Mr Big but, not because of my size
Your side they small fries
Bitch we got them mob ties
Bitch I am the big boss
Say the word they knock you off
Mr.L
Written & Produced By:
Mr. Loveless
Right!
Let's go!
Fuck your 666! I'm a 999!,
Back from the ring of fire just to cross the line!,
I hope you
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
shooting at no homes
We ain't by the fox, but I did put some money on his dome
I'm the realest nigga in this shit
Ho ain't no clone, bitch
Say she don't
right back to her nigga I ain't even touch her
It's Mr. Kso I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips it's cause you ain't touch
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
of the girls are saying I am the one with the greatest heart,
no matter where I go (gimme a break) no matter who i show
and I'm mr smalls
(Is that right, wait
homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need
Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz
to put them hitters on 'em, ski'd up, we ain't got Corona
I might pull up in a Hummer, like I'm mothafuckin' Stunna
Like I'm XO, take your ho, I flip
I'm Mr Mbalula I say what I want and I make it look easy (And I make it look easy)
Kulula khulula we taking two flights at the back of my breezy (At
a stripper pole come get a lap dance nigga
All deez niggas say they fly well I'm Batman nigga
I'm riding with dat 9 ain't for nan lil nigga
Take your bitch
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'
Oh yeah
You mean this right here
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out
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