Lyrics:
brought the rain, uh
Mr. Pop and aim, uh
Let the choppa sang, uh
That shit hard to tame, uh
I send em to hell foreal
Yea, uh
I send em to beg formal
Uh, uh
dear I could not understand
'Cuz I never been the gambling man
But for you lil' baby I'm more than able
To push all my chips on your table
Hey Mrs Lady
Joker & Harley
(Verse )
Take off like a Sports car
I see the hate in the rear view
Shadow all u niggas
But I’m the one u fear 2 - ohhh
Getting money by
me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In
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
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
she my cute lil baddie hot rockin body
pls dont make me mr lonely
and i got that things that i just wanna say
im the one who cares at the end
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
chasing love
How much you gone take for you leave his side
Waiting on a man to mr right
Deep inside girl you know he is not the one
You just stick around
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
you to a vegetable
Gas hit harder than Mr. incredible
Shawty too flexible
Mrs.Incredible
I fuck and I leave in a dash
Snap on a beat like a pic with
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
I gave that lil bitch free game
I gave the lil nigga free game
This bitch, she give me that free brain
(Free brain, yeah)
I'm running this shit like
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
ice in my kitchen
pass me the green
i dont like
take in the pill 我听不清声音
lisa type on my bed 哦她在
蓝色的bling
全身装备都那么的clean
未满18也make a big bill
lil drake
I've made
Mr. Sandman
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me things
Mr. Sandman
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me
grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' Dave
We done been so long with each other, built a home with each other
How the fuck do we get you?
the cheat Codes. You ain't prince ezee nigga sicko mode. Skeet in ha face wait she an old skeza Rome in the house bet ye ain't no cesars. I like my pizza hot
none
but truth
what that
Young nigga
sicko say
Ain't gone lie
Yeah I been Hanging w em fakes
I ain't afraid Fym
I'ma play
the game
I been the same Shit
take you to the motherland
Hold on, money fold, dope sold, I done made a hundred bands
I'm a walk by faith, Draco make him do the running man
I'm so HFK,
a lil' nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2]
There's a party over here, a party over there
A party everywhere...put ya hands up
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