Lyrics:
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
? You're lucky I didn't take a laxitive or something like that! In fact I ain't had no nookie... I ain't had
no... none of the other, or anything like that
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)
So-so
I did this last year right
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
here quiet opera spot i'm mr infinite i'll never stop
Got a hunnid racks stuffed in my pocket rite na
If she aint tryna fuck ima turn the bitch down
Got
That's what I said lil' bitch
That's what I said lil' bitch (yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Lil Uzi)
That's what I said lil' bitch (yeah)
had it all
Blue heels blue eyes single coolest girl I'll ever know
Single ain't about her, or is it you'll never know
Like Lil is still the realest in
that we chewing and business is booming
Don't come around me playing 'cause I ain't never fooling with none of you niggas (aw, shit)
And when I spit,
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
Boy your girlfriend basic
& your whole clique lame lame lame
But she brought a bag
Shit I'm on the same lil mama
See them niggas mad
Cause we ain't
asking me yo
The swag that they got ain't mathcin lil bro
You know I know the truth, the right
You know I know the truth
Mr five hunnid Bossgame
I seen
y'all we live on
Mr. President, nice job, well done
Now ain't no terrorists gonna spoil the fun
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I
brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
Called 'Ride
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx.
We're players from way back. We used to mutt out hoes together
and everything, why' know. But uh, my lil' thangs jumped off
ain't got time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
40 on me like we Mr. and Mrs
After we fuck she put on my chain
Then post a flic so her friends know i hit it
Then me and the gang gone run up that
life
Right next to po' my whole life (yeah)
I ain't seen dough my whole life (oh)
Now money right (my whole life)
Hold up, hold up
We ain't broke,
right by the D, they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody
to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
winnin
So we all chase bands, we got brothers locked down
So we all hate feds, I been pourin' up the juice
Tryna meet the right man, turn ten into thirty
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
Discuss these we aint right by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In