Lyrics:
When I get high and rap my bars will hit you like 2 poles
I get mad about a lot of shit I can't control
Bitch I'm with All the shit I'm with the fucking
playing with me
I need… 40 bitches i need about 20 pills
I’ma fuck the bitches all night (All night)
Call me Mr all-Night (All niiight)
God dammit, I
back at me as soon as you can
We gotta show 'em what we are all about homie
Let the Mayhem begin, que no?
[Verse Two: Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow]
Kickin'
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy
(Whachu
wishing like a well
Got her on hold, nigga like jell
All about the bands, call me Mr Krabs
Driving in this scraper I ain't even got tags
Finna pop up
the crowd
Baby I got all this money, and everything you need
If you could please just take your clothes off
That ass bouncing like, whoa
That ass
conversations every word is expensive
AZ major leagues I'm with Mr. Exquisite uhhh
We so God Body, Ain't nobody above me except God probably
Lil Spanish Mami
don't really go over that
But that's for all you people that care about the back scenes and lore
Of this
Essentially Mr. Bee was killed by a very brutal
be a rich man's wife
And while I'm still young to reach the top rung but forget about variety
Mrs Force Astor Dick
Is ready for her new debut
Which box
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
'm driving around)
And I work (will I ever be on my feet again?)
Oh, what we all gon' tell them?
Oh, we telling them this now
Frankly I don't see how
You
go up in the spot
Jetting through bushes and backyards, neighbors is ratting me out
Dogs is barking all you hear is the cars
Sirens, I'm trying
and the butter to the bread
Don't be misled by what I say
You say dust to dust and ashes to ashes
? man cut, I'm faster than Flash is
You're the one
Hold on (I like that lil bro)
Listen, fuck all you bitches that
Wasn’t rocking with me (Bitch)
Now you wanna give me your
Number and blow me kisses
something you could by for a Nickle
Back when I didn’t understand how life was so Simple
Mrs tichner said that I was white
I’m offended
Told her that I
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
cleaning
Why that lil thottie all over my body?
I don't want lil shawty I know that she fiending!
Blew me a band on some motherfucking clothes but I need me
We up all night baby we don't need a rest
Said
I know we really smoke well
But it's a private party later
At my hotel room
You should come by a lil
"I'm an idiot for throwing yogurt
And your finsta is better
Than mine by a mile."
Lies
They're all lies
Oh, hello, Mr. Hyland
Welcome
without it)
I heard you're lookin' for that real life gangsta shit
But they never saw me coming
Haven't you heard about it?
To all my
the fat from 'round me, had to lean it up
Please send a sign if you hear me, mama
Yeah, this lil' Jay, I'm hopin' you forgive me, mama
By the way, I had
bigger than Everest
I know you don't care for this
All that shit I did to you back then lil bitch I meant it
Going back and forth with me lil bitch you
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