Lyrics:
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
Yoke the Joker!
There are too many overnight emcees but one
And too many whacked who haven't paid dues
You have now entered the path
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
my spare time
All praises due to my God
Dark days is too far behind
I part ways with the struggle, my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid
All
that about a bitch
That Imma talk shit until I'm out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I
day one
Got a problem you don't even say none
I'm always the first one to say some
I'm always the first one to say some
Y'all lil pussy boys sit down
overcooked rice
I'm nice, you're the reason why the game went soft
Bland niggas, I come through and season your broth
Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a menace
you go
Lil bitch I'm bad for you
Lil bitch you just had to
Don't act like it's bad news
I told her it's past due
Get it on my own on my lonesome
Maybe
I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
Fuckin wit Freddie Foxx you get licked
Now listen all respect due to the Blastmaster Krs One
Now I'm done.....
[krs]
Yes but of course, you could
ever scare real
Only thing affect me is the drama of a beer spill
Hmm
I’m an essence this is victory
Hmm
Finn sessions like a misdemean'
Hmm
All due
father can you rescue, my young nation
rest the Lord will protect you, respect due
Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those
that oppose when I
your credit is due
But the hate come with it that's inevitable
I'm very reputable
Big, black, dread-headed and professional
Still barely
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
Cated to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science!
(to harry & rhonda)
Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I be'lieves it's 'bout time fo yo pathetical
On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never divide
Keep a knees high in my Levis, now, don't fuck up my design
Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you
Everything she want, man she got it (got it)
Marble floors, orange like a pumpkin
House surrounded by a lil' army
Livin' in the mud (livin' in the mud)
I
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
last with checks you can't cash.
I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat.
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street.
Low key
grill now, protected by the steel now
(B.G.)
Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
Fuck all of that shit (uhh)
I'm doing it the way I wanna do it
Look, I'm (Lil
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