Lyrics:
should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas, you wasn't right there
If you need me, lil
by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos We be
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
who ain't even tryna bother
We be lookin like team you can dream how we ballin
Bet a nigga won't thug her bad
Cause i dont wanna fuck up her heart
I
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,
say she do whatever I say
Got a cousin named Shanee who loves to play
Doin' it "My Way" like Usher Raymond
A bad chick
From the Camen Islands
gon' flock
Don't be a dummy and die wit ya' knocks
He ain't tough, only tough with his knocks
Please don't run, two beams on the Glock
Bad lil' bitch,
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
dominating the game, and still fuck wit yo own, that's real
Imagine Nip being kilt by his own, that's ill, It damn near always be yo own, and still
I cant neva
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
judging the image
This for all my kinfolk who be stuck in the trenches
This for all my lil youngins who got dreams and wishes
I can never love a hoe ion
me who would I be
Without the music
They wouldn't know me
Fuck 'em anyways
I'd rather do it by my lonely
An I made a promise to myself
That I won't
give her that permission (Shushhhhh)
I gotta lotta bad habits moving so rapid
Weaving in and out of traffic so easy it’s automatic (Zoom, zoom)
Crazy
bleeding red, he's just like you
I'll hold you down if you keep it true
They gon' be like "How?" We gon' be like "Who?"
They gon' be like "These mothafuckas
with me, I know how I was acting
You challenged me to be better
You taught me to make it happen
Mr Brawley
your talks, your stories changed me
Thank
and not you, lil' hoe (You ugly)
And that's why shh did you bad, you stupid, dirty hoe
Hey, Mr. White, what the fuck you doin' Nigga?
Man, I'm dissin' shit
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
lil hoe don't mean shit
Shit I'm still trynna process
A hard pill to digest
I'm simpin' bout you baby
Can't you tell by the dilect
You still ain't
bitch make her ass get low
Niggas be snitching I can't fuck with rats
If you did it you did it lil nigga that's a fact
Shit I got a bad temper gotta watch
Saw a lot of bad thing a child stays out of
When he hit 13, mothafucka when violent
Took along yo the crimes that I done
People must understand it
I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you. To be with you
(movie actor like speech:)
Mr
I be moving slo-mo
I can't spare a lil bear and you already know
Used to skip my lil class but they know I ain't slow
I was Gwoppin' so hard they
like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I
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