Lyrics:
'ma go fuck ya' lil' bitty bitch, then go buy some VTMS
I do not care what you say, nor do I live by it
I'm reppin' Philly everyday, you know that I live
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub
The American Dream
Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys?
Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies
You
never last
Reminisce when you got the cash
Lil shawty on my line
What a do
How your classes
You passing or tryna get by
Told I care why would I lie
nigga, Mr. 16th Letter
Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter
Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine
I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
(Y’all need milk) , look
Get they ass a beverage, look
I walk into Gucci, they ask, "How you doing?"
Mr trap returning, my life just like a movie
Never
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
rocked up
These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us
Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck
Doggy losin' interest, bitch,
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
on your radio station. See I'm a different dude, a chef use kitchen tools and get to the bag. Have y'all calling me Mr. Scrooge? I can get mad at you,
you feeling this (Hey!)
And I was raised in a church
But where I'm from, you gotta do that work
[Chorus x 2]
[Lil' Flip]
Why everybody tryin'
packs
Them chubby black kids eating Lil Debbie snacks
Put your fist in the air and let's take a stand
No Mr. officer, I don't wanna shake your hand
gay, the one selling drugs
The one that's tryna act like Lil Wayne
What the fuck is this shit man?
Y'all better turn this shit off when y'all get in
I'm bout to punch in man
Flagrant
That's the call on the play
It's yo boy s dot
Let's get it
Y'all flagrant
Y'all foul
Had a shot
Bail out
Check
roll wit a thug
Say lil wop
What's up, what's up
All of this money don't know who to trust
In the booth saying all the above
Who gonna stop me man I
stand the truth
Nigga keep your eyes closed
DJ Paul, Juice Man
Crunchy Black, Lord Imfamous
I'm the one
Mrs. Crazy lady Gangsta Boo bitch
[Hook 2X]
the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr
why yo smile doh look like mines nigga
she wanna bag mi im like no
Ill be yo side nigga
You see these diamonds on my teeth
It look like Mr Freeze
I
And I got this choppa, lil' nigga, don't play with me
Her pussy balder than mofucking Mr. Clean
I ball up and swish, like it's mofucking Listerine
I
, weed , & lean , smokin strong like mr clean . . My dawg on go he must be off them beans . . When shit get hard why you turn and leave?
*You know I
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
fun darlin
Mind your business darlin
That's why I'm his type
I'm pretty and I don't like to fight
Yeah
Itty bitty with a lil thick in it
I can teach ya
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my
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