Lyrics:
lu kang kicks
Dwane jhonsons with the rocks
Fast & skrt skrt my speed
Lil B**** really thick
Damn she thicker than milk
Ou what she 4'11
But her throat
want the scoop and 4-1-1, they want a lot (info)
They want the tea but they can’t get inside the pot (nah)
You know you can’t tell niggas too much
'Cause
Men in black
Men in black
Men in black
Men in black
Men in black
Men in black
411 Missing murder
Missing murder
Don't go
Don't go any further
Although
come this world e bless for me
Na wetin be the 411 your love na the real koko
Na you I dey fall fall for
Na you I go follow go
Girl you fine Rwandan
honesty yeah
411 into ears every time when I pull up
Yeah ,I heard all the smear they coming from my peers
Is time I face my fears heading to another tier
the intro
I just want ya love its simple 411 whats the info
Had to play you like a single
Turned me to a dog like bingo
You're no good for me but im worse for
without me
Had to dial 411 just to hear what's happenin'
They said your lyrics jagged
Your flow's syrup, sappy
Your song ends, you're condemned, nobodies
But you didn't fold
See that's when the money the power and all the respect come
Bird brains don't get the 411
I can't be fly with just anyone
I don't
moolah
And for your information my 411 isn't redailed
She jumpin for me rebound, told her baby sit down
Take this as a put down, and see it as my foot down
Mona Lisa
So glad that I got to meet ya
So glad I get to please ya
Need to be in a museum
Masterpiece like Mona Lisa
4'11 my Chiquita
Went to school
the shit! Yeah I got the shit
You know who I'm with
I be smoking piff
Fuck a trip
Got a bottom bitch
4'11 That's a midget with the shits
I was driving lyft
java library cuz I stay online
The loud got me like Kerouac
Pack hit like Manny Pacq'
And if the 411 there
We get plenty facts
Info
Understanding
the goodness
Play the game
Let Jesus be the mascot
4-11 then just pass it to the next guy, yea
If you ain’t about it
Can’t be without Him
I’m trynna stay in my
Like Shad K
Yo I'm ill with the wordplay
Talking bout hoops
A Giant to me like Andre
But no 3k I just play 2K
Looking for the 411 not 401K
Well I
What's the 411 son?
I be the Space Boy, but I keep it so down to Earth
Going 500 since my momma gave birth
Bend over backwards when my bros in
the telli swag be drippy yo
Bring a chick, 4'11 when she tippy toe
Baby shift, may be little, she make Velli grow
Legs, ass, breast
Legs, ass, breast, whoa
grade at 4'11''
I had to bring him down to my 4'1"
Scrappy fella
A son of a gun
If ever knuckled up
It wasn't for fun
I started acting more ignorant
cheetahs
Livin the dream (the dream)
Nothing is ever gonna come between, amigas
Dorinda: Kicking with them just for fun
Or when you need the 411
Someone who
playin' some games
Told the bitch, you should just stay in yo lane
My momma been a hustler, yeah, I’m Nigerian
Prince fraudulent with my shit, got the 411
chillin behind
Never thinking im in a bind
Waiting for my time im just waiting for a uber with these rhymes thats the 4-9
The 411 and im just waiting for my
weather tested
Feelin like Pac when he resurrected
Feelin like BIG when he left the message
On Mary's Phone
Whats the 411 and scenario
Guillton flow sever
to unlisted
411 info left me unassisted. Wickedly twisted...
incidents. Is it coincidence? I choose to think so
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures
Chorus
Kickin' it with 'em just for fun
Or when you need the 411
Someone who gives a shout out
When you lose your faith
Just when you think nobody can
some
When the press blow me up
Get the 4-1-1
When I come up
I guess Im feelin like
A different kinda guy
To dis beat, I harmonize
Clearin thoughts in my
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