Lyrics:
Bubble
Boss
BubbleOnDeck hoe
How you mad that I'm a boss
Lil small fry
Lil pee wee
Lil pump fake
Lil dictator
Lil cornbread
Get big mad
Lil boy bye
funeral.
[THE FUNERAL PROCESSION]
That's your funeral?
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Visualize the earth descentind on you clod by clod.
You can't come back when
of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me
I'm Miss bad media karma
Another day another drama
Guess I can't see
four
Recite it just like the scriptures, that's music I can't ignore
Mr. Duckworth?
(Keep ya head up)
What?
Mr. Shakur!
I hope you heard To Pimp
smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)
[Mr. Bristal]
What, Cris flow 'ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)
Cock
right here in my car
So who wan war lil' bih? Mans in the comments
You ain't got content, please stop talkin'
And I cant say that I ain't see it
. Fucking Mosely but you know me by Impatient (Hotboii)
Playing with these niggas, I don't even play with Caiden
I'm a G and a ruler, nickname me Mr. Mason
the harlem shake, they like
"look Lil Twist you 'mazin now"
Then I hit the back space and now Lil Twist erasin' ya
Nah, I'm just show-casin' ya
If a test
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No time, no time)
Gotta pray for the wicked
& you know it
Fat 'lil thing
Fat 'lil thing
Fat 'lil thing, you better show it
Can't comprehend or believe what I'm seeing
You're not just a girl, you
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
don’t talk unless
She calling bout the sex
Asked me if I’m by myself
She sent a thread with beaucoup neks
Say she tired of faking fucking
All you do is
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
many plots in my mind, but I keep it lowkey
Nigga I ain't even gonna show it
If I'm outside the city bitch, I ain't trying to see you hoeing
I ain't pay
a brighter day
And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get
I just said, "Bet," and never let 'em see me sweat
'Cause in the end, I knew that I
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
you do
Nah I ain't gone fucking with you
You fucking lil gatekeeper
I'm a steak eater
Cause up all on my tables a plate of beef
And you be fake
and the 10
Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin
I'm goin' out like a soldier see and the M
45 on my lap 4 extra clips and
Lil' boy flue you don't
to me
Don't you try cause you could never be
You are not a hero to me
What you get is just not what you see
I can't understand your mind, you're playing
forever instead
When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in bed
Hey Mrs. Potter don't go
I said hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
SouthSide Academy
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm from the Academy of Hard Knocks
Felons wit glocks, attitude fuck it when I see them cops
Pop, my mothafuckin heater, for
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