Lyrics:
doin' thing's you might not even see
Stayin' fresh, smellin' clean
Wocky slush I'm drinkin' lean, Mr. Hollywood man that's me (Yeah)
Mr. Oz cause I like
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
gotta do more
Serve musical keys, fiends pay me C-notes
Think you Al Pacino? Little boy, I'm Vito
If you really want the bills, sorry I'ma veto
I be
bands give af bout who you wit
Cash in the air, I'm going stupid like a lunatic
Bring the dranks in, going dumb on the henn (Hen dawg)
Sorry mrs Jackson I
worry)
You coming home one day and you gon' be right back with us (real shit)
To my Ivyana (fat) I'm sorry for living you all alone
And to my lil Tarlaysia
I give her all this dickin
She be feeling a million in da mirror wid a minion a lil Brazilian
An if Billie wasn't feelin it I'm flippin to Jenny
I'm stunting', I keep me some bands in the duffle (that's Louis V!)
When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing
My lil' niggas servin' for me
with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin
I'm hella strong,
up
Like Mac trucks, I'm that tough
See I ain't fuckin with lil shawty if she actin up
She know I get that kitty going, I'm the catalyst (Cataluss)
and balls fer a while."
[J.N.:] "I'm just gonna eat, mom."
[Momma:] "All right. And then maybe a little later, you can play with yer cock and balls fer
"I'm just gonna eat, mom."
Momma: "All right. And then maybe a little later, you can play with yer
Cock and balls fer momma."
J.N.: "I don't think so."
Women, if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags around your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay
Where your heart at? I'm gon pour at it like Moet
And she
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay
Where your heart at? I'm gon pour at it like Moet
And she
Pick a tune
Mr. Mr.Goon, hey
See you better get that night Vision
Be like 13, that site missing
Call me werewolf cause I bite Different
Oh yeah by
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
him I am doubtful
That your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by
Intro:
Hello, it's me again
Look, I'm sorry for leaving you all alone
But I changed my ways and now I need
Oh Mr. Smiles
Oh oooh ohh
Yeah, Mr. Smiles
to yourself
Speakin' of, rest in peace Sandra Bland
I'm believin' everything that wasn't on that cam
But back to you, beauty, let me address our lil
your living wrong
Its usually fuckem all but sometimes it makes me long
So hey Mr. mr can you tell me I’m all good
I’m impulsive and rarely do just
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
of my size
Mr. Big out the west, I get em gone on the nawf
I got love on the East, you know I'm plugged in the south
Since a jit I been getting in
wavy gnarly yeah uhm um
It's flooding Harvey yeah uhm um
Playing these old games Atari yeah uhm um
Sorry that I'm not sorry yeah uhm um
Take care of you,
wrong
Have you an explanation?
What impertinence, Mr hartright!
Know your place, sir! This is-
No, no, Mr fairlie
I'm glad he asked this please
Please i
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