Lyrics:
Cali, stuntin', flexin', kickin' shit with Beamin'
I'm only 16, it's always been my dream
But I do this shit for my lil' boy
No I don't give a damn
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
'm not being cocky
But yo bitch give me sloppy toppy, aye
I give her the cream and the toppings
And now she out here calling me Mr. Softy, aye
Will get you
the morning
Them boys diss me in the night
I get 'em clapped by the morning
Got the money clubbin' on the
Dollar stackin' and joinin'
In the back of this
Fleeing off to Cali, I'll be back in the morning
Them boys diss me in the night
I get 'em clapped by the morning
Got the money clubbin' on the dollar
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
freak and
Baby girl I'm tryna get that ass on me
And we can do this every weekend
Get together you and me and
Hit the coast New York to Cali
Hittin' each
like u know me
Don't come to me talking shit if you own me
I do this shit by my dolly
Ya fuck niggas keep on thinking tht y'all Made
I used to ball
respectable
Put in a lil' bit o' thug in yo life come join the festival
Lemme see yo breasticles you somthin' bitch show me love
And I'll show you what this
came across all these little ppl lil ppl right infront of me
they looked up at me and sed hey mr r u tall
i sed yes im tall but hu r u wierd little
So don't kill game ket the P Funk commence
What up Problrm
Now look who came up in this bitch.
Mr. look like shit, but I know he rich get at me.
I
get here, used to paint cars in Mr. Dowds
I know my mama don't want me rappin', but she still tell me she's proud
If you out here cuffin' hoes that ran
hit one of your friends and
It's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you
waited a long time for this
Well look, as soon as I get there I'ma call you aight?
Bring me what I need?
Yeah (call me, just call me)
When you need
waited a long time for this
Well look, as soon as I get there I'ma call you aight?
Bring me what I need?
Yeah (call me, just call me)
When you need
humble and steppin on shit man this shit too organic
I cant fuck with these hoes
Theyll slime u out nigga cant trust them
That pussy do damage
Inna
5 rings on my hand like I’m kobe (Like I'm Kobe)
Lil baddie twerking on me like she know me (but she don't know me)
I’m in Cali making movies like
Intro: yea yea, Mr Wise and Brady from the south
On da beat
Veres 1:
Just been Doin what I can. spen-ding big bucks
Hoping one day That I may catch
call me Mrs. Westbrook, while I'm on this triple double
Now let's skip the small talk, before I hit you with this cupid shuffle
Don't catch me in my bag,
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