Lyrics:
Ohh, After this song you gon' love me for my honesty,
Or you gon hate me for being me yeah Im sayin'
One of the two is gon' happen but all that I
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
All I need in this life is some tree and a mic
Say she like what she see wanna see me tonight
Yea exotic my P grab a seat and take flight
Say I got
and down
Just hit it all around
This love it feels so right
Bring it hold me too
Lil' Kim:
Lil' Kim, you don't know what type of chick this is
Number one
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
motherfucker everything feels great
Great great, dont I feel great. Might fuck Cherokee make a sex tape. Ay, ay went kanye Big-headed nigga I was born this way.
lil shawty, you dead like a vegetable
I go undetectable, they say I need
This bitch look at me
And said I'm unforgettable
This shit ain't preventable
Finger lickin' good
Finger lickin' good
Finger Lickin' and not fried
Finger Licking Good
E-I-E-I-O
E-I-E-I-O
E-I-E-I-O
This is porno for
going down" and told me "get in bed"
Love you I know it now they way you kiss the head
They called you by my name they called you Mrs. Gregg
And we was
Yo dog I was lookin at this lil' bad b**** lil' thick b****
I'm talking bout ass fatter thicker b**** thicker than peanut butter god damn
Ooooo lil
Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6
I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block
(lil one)
Peek a boo look behind you
I told you I would find you now
Need I remind you I swore that I would find you now
Now here we are take
LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out
a Butterfly
All eyes on Mr. Duckworth, when he wrote it, what a guy
Or what a dick for hanging up on me like this
Though I must admit
He listened more than
funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERY]
Not our funeral.
[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Not our funeral.
[ALL]
That's your funeral.
[MR. BUMBLE]
I don't think this song is
that I been fine, know that I been fly
Blunts rolled to a million 10 of 10 I'm prolly high
All this fake shit kicking I just hope it pass me by
Cuz how
sometimes
they will make you plead maybe even make you bleed
listen to the chorus here it is it goes alittle something like this
[Chorus - Lil Shade - Mr
uh (flex)
I ain't finished yet
I got hella bitches like I'm Thomas Rhett
pull up and I do a lil flex uh (woo)
Watch a motherfucker go Sicko Mode
Glimmer
Lil baby you shine like some glitter
I can't lie lil baby I miss ya
I use too want be in the picture
I use too want be ya lil mr
Glimmer
Lil
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
mr. voorhees
Cause I'm a killa
We in the back of the wraith
Baby be cautious
All of this water
Make a nigga feel sea sick
Making me nauseous
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