Lyrics:
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been the man
Stop playing
How you hating and a fan
Im leveling up
You understand
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Yeah,
Hey Mrs. Parker
Let me talk to your daughter
She staring at me and I saw her
Face card on valid
I know seen your face serving bottles Monday
'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
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
it back up
Once I nut, it's time to pack up
Yea MrX do not play
I do not nut in these hoes and don't believe what they say
Bitch I'm smart
Only 15 but
deceiving
It hurts some more, it hurts some more
Mr. Cocaine music, I'm 100% proof
Bout to make it smooth, I'm Mr. Rebel, rhyme invasion
A little spice in my
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
by eight niggas huh
You keep the pump for them niggas huh
They got no reason to hate
If you ain't getting cake
Ya see i try n keep my cool i never tend
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
another one on me
This that charge it to game
Mr Propane
All my women
Look exquisite
And they go by different names
All gold everything
Trinidad James
Said
back in your memories
and if you gon fuck with me bounce your head to my melodies
yeah
they lil pumping motherfuckers with amphetamines
but I ain’t
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I got you cryin'
'm dropping and I'm splashing but my ice Froze I ain't cappn Bitch
Why you creeping on the low lil Bitch
Trynna fuck the gang better slow Down by
Grown nigga,
I had to do the bobby 4 I witness
A lil jahova hoe leaving dickies
Shawty said she wanna kick it with me
I mothafuck her like my favorite pornstar
Rhyming words led me into arson
Won't stop till I'm the hardest
Close range got to hit my targets
Drop a bag tell a nigga go off em
Off top ion even got
What's good Sunny? yeah now um, while my
Beats get louder in the back
I'ma take this time to talk
A lil swave to you
Let it marinate i'm a cute nigga
letters
See, I'm a nigga that'll always give thanks, I'm friends with a couple bank tellers
They let me skip lines at the bank, they call me Mr. Kirk
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
If a nigga see me and he wanna blow better bust first for he bust back
I know lil niggas who be selling weed he got dime bags in his lunch pack
I
fail to handle properly
The prospect of a woman coming in
And then disarming me
Each time I pass Eastside street
Our February arsons me
Til my lung
写首蝶与花的歌Maybe someday
My Lil mamacita
回眸撩起你的秀发
你的秀发划过我眼眉
Cut it out Drop the 4 3 2 1
Wow oh
能遇见你我变贝多芬
弹首钢琴曲来让你评分
你就是我的邱淑贞
能不能留下你的吻
Always by u side
And i wanne be
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