Lyrics:
that Buck the cash cow
She know Mr. 10 off the laptop
Yea it's Buck and DBlanco
Rollin up fronto'
Ballin on em like im Lonzo
You ain't knowin what i Know
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about
Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
Thought you were
of love
I get the word and read up, In thy father we trust
Came a long way from doing what the song say
Know I’ll make my mom proud ain’t tryna do it
crackin' you ain't even got a kit lil nigga
These lil ass niggas be cap every song
Hoping everything right even doe I'm doing wrong
I did too many checks
to claim us
I'll think how so alike we are
Ain't that right Mr. Economy Man
You and me Mr. Money Bags
This water is not for drinking
This food is not for
spot em right out
Cuz that stupid bitch used to be me
And I used to be going through phones
Find all I won’t stay and we fuckin on site
Now I’m so bossy
ain't throwing no flags
Nigga we ain't throwing no flags
Nigga we ain't throwing no flags
Nigga we ain't throwing no flags
Lil' bitch I heard these
Man look
I’m Mr. Jody
Just leave me alone
I say I ain’t with the beef
That’s for petty niggas that’s under paid
Grind or lose the weight
I know how
Listen, Mr. Brainiac
This right here is a bad idea
The combination you are talking about
Will lead to a colossal explosion
But if you still want
sittin
Lying back, low key, playin' my position
Boy, you touch head to head, I won't bust Mr. O.D
Yeah, I couldn't get enough, better hold me
I ain't
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
We
'm running the town
Want the smoke we Gone roll right now
Mane that shit like a hobby
That shit in me I'm Gwoppin'
20 deep in the lobby
Ain't no problem I
beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless
Mrs
a mimarme
What we doing tonight
Yeah yeah
Cause you're a cool lil vibe
Yeah yeah
We just living our life
You're just my type
Everything feel right
Cause
when the thugs cry)
Are you ready, ready?
We keepin' the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin' the boss, lookin' at me sexy.
Take your clothes
than this 80 and you
I know the money ain't right, but soon it will be
I'ma make a better life for you if it kills me
In a mintue, it's gonna be gravy,
BUT THAT'S ALL RIGHT.
TWO ANGELS CAME AND BLEW THE HORN THE DAY I WAS BORN
MR. DOUBLEITUP,
MR. DOUBLEITUP.
I KNOW TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE,
PUT
setup by a bitch
Never ratting out my guys
Cuz I ain't no snitch
We gon come up together
In this bitch and get rich
Just hold it down
And promise that
I put myself in a coffin?
I don't know! All I grew up with was trouble
Ain't know no role model, I knew the struggle
Dear Mr. Christian, I know
A lil' bit
My baby momma a lil' rich
That's the one I'm still with
Break up and get fixed
We'll get hitched like Will Smith
Lame nigga beg your pardon
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
Run up on me got a glocky
Easy solution, you might popped like a pimple
We gon' put holes in his face
Bitch I ain't talking no dimple
But now lil' bitch
motherfuckin' ass's
[Mr. Shadow]
We got Mr. Shadow, Mr. Lil One
Hittman, the homeboy ??
Vicious Man Funk up in the CUT
[Mr. Lil One]
And we coming at your ass's
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
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