Lyrics:
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
brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
Called 'Ride
this
Paid bitch, in a gray six, made bitch
Blinging about 10 karats in the bracelet
Face it stick your tongue out I let you taste it
And if you broke
this
Paid bitch, in a gray six, made bitch
Blinging about 10 karats in the bracelet
Face it stick your tongue out I let you taste it
And if you broke
the traffic light yellow like The Lakeshow / I'm intoxicated you can say I'm half baked tho / its dollar dollar bills still all about the peso / mind
a hundon
Ooh yeah Gucci python ooh yeah
She play with her tongue
Yeah, I bought that bitch a new charm
Lil nigga pop when I told him come see about me
miss y'all everyday
Mrs. Streiff and Mrs. Kapp
Thank you for the patience
You all impacted life, I could never repay ya
Mr. Gray can't forget about
niggas
I'm comin' wit' all bars, no jokes
No chokes
Cause all you do is spit a bunch of bullshit
No quotes i'm so dope with no soap you
About to get washed
spill it all over the place
(Hold up, watch my shoes, I'm gettin' plenty money, how 'bout you?)
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I'm exhausted
niggas
Ima turn vegan
I need a freak
With the pedicure toes
Her hair did
With the dress
That be making her hoe
And making her dance
She all about the guala
and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh
Yeah
I got
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
[Waiter]
Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.
[Krayzie]
All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you.
[Waiter]
Oh, you're welcome sir.
I Stay on top Like an astronaut im up in space
Futuristic spittin I be steady on the money chase
I dress so spiffy all these fuckers call me Mr gates
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
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
As you may have gathered by now
We have more people joining us all the time, and, uh
The song was first, uh, taking shape
'Bout two blocks from
Hey Lil momma
How much would you through me for some good dck
Out there with them fancy muhfuckas
Know you hood sick
You Mrs. Block
I'm Mr. Block
You
Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?
The heavyset one with about ten children?
You may remember her as a slim honey
when
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
You can call me
Mrs Lonely
I've been lonely all my life
And I guess that's alright
There's no bummer about it
When you live a depressing life
My bed is
thick b****
Lil thicky thick b**** lil thicky thick b**** lil thicky thick b**** I'm lookin for a lil thicky thick b****
Verse 1:
You ain't heard about
destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle
Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
Slam him, when I bark I marked his
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
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