Lyrics:
wrist
Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking
cannot love a ho
Out the country and shit with a bad lil' model ho
Rockin' red like I'm Santa, red and black carbon, red bandana
Infrared beam in a red
and the word is the streets
We goin' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip
I
Yeah, we got Khaled, the billi', Mr. Billi', yeah
DJ Khaled
I'm tryna love you like you 'posed to be loved (tryna love you like you 'posed to be
my back
[Chorus]
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spendin' yo
Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my forty-four
All I want to do ic claim RTC
'Cause all of my homies from ICG
So we goin' do this thang for tha LBC
'Cause we all one love and yeah this the dub
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
Astronomical this shit extra terrest
Anti drama baby just bring me yo neck
Or bring a check
I love to count up commas
While she throw it back
Its mr bandz
Mr run
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
some game lil' nigga
Soak up some game lil' nigga
Stay in your lane lil' nigga
Said I wouldn't pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell
it with both hands
I swear to God I love this glock
I think we got a romance
And I learnt this shit from my pops
Shout out to my old man
Guess I'm in
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
[Snoop Dogg]
Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha
All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her
Man, it's a trip how they do me, ooh wee
Make me
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
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
Lil' black ass nappy head nigga
Let me shout out India.Arie, and ain't none like me
Mr. Dwayne Carter, only got one ID, yerr
I know that's right, you
to go your time is up you did
Goodbye, Mr. Lonely
I'm saying bye-bye
Goodbye
Did you ever really love me from the start
The promises you made you never
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
it back, Lil' Kim press the rack
Lil' Kim:
Yeah I'm short and sexy, my love's divine
My name is QB and I blow your mind with the
(mouth noise)
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
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