Lyrics:
by six
Damn, how'd it get so late so quick?
The sun rising (already?) Until the next time
I love diving in your mind
And coming out with every
A man walks down the street
He says, "why am I soft in the middle, now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Killed da pussy, killed the bitch
Turned into a weirdo
Mr zone 6, half a million dollar
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
Well, hello, Mr soul
I dropped by, to pick up a reason
For a thought that I caught
That my head was the event of the season
I am proud just a trace
'm smokin' kebowls all out my bong
All I inhale is that strong
So you know I keep the grass all in my lungs
Mrs Mary Mary, roll it back to back
On a shot
Help help
My home is burning
Our land is melting
We are getting sick
Introducing Mr. Greenhouse gas
I was made by human acts
More Cars on streets
the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah, yeah)
So they would see the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah)
Ooh, they would see the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah)
I ain't got
what it is
I don't know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I can't even
nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side
a millionaire (Ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, Be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me,
Excuse me but Lady Liberty needs glasses
And so does Mrs justice by her side
Both the broads R blind as bats
Stumbling thru the system
Justice bumped
'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist going nuts
Niggas caught me slipping once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
stopped the Glendale train
Poor Jesse had a wife, a lady all her life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr
nothing else close
Now l'm signing off so let my girl go go
You're all I need to get by oh oh
You're all I need to get by oh oh
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
the summer breeze
Showin' off the silver leaves
As we waltz by
Soft kisses on a summers day
Laughin' all our cares away
Just you and I
I can make you
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. *NSYNC, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. *NSYNC, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
Well they gave me amytriptiline
They fed me pseudochlorophine
It helped me sleep
But I felt so deep
And most of the time I wanted to weep
The days
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