Lyrics:
(nah) (either one)
Just a colorblind kid caught somewhere in the middle
I don't discriminate, hell
I'm a little bit redneck, mother (yeah, yeah
Mr. Mixx
[Intro from the original PSK, which slows
Down and switches to this track]
Uh! Give it to me now!)
(Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here
gettin' pay day, day yeah
We're just gettin' by (by)
Savin' on the side (side)
I just can't believe
I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Yeah
OMO say owo wole ohh..
Now we pull up in a Mercedes
Drinking some Hennessy
Yeah …yeah …yeah…
I gat some friend-enemies
Want me down by any means
what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I want to know now!
He is nowhere to be found
From
the team (Uh)
And she quite a little freaka (Uh)
Finna pull up, yeah you know we finna greet her (Uh)
Bad lil mama
Yeah i really wanna meet her
(Uh)
Sexy
(yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real
without explanation
Please don't patrionize me, Mr. Intentional
Oh, ohhh, ohh ohhh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure
The advice that we go,
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
You're all (you're all)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need (all I need) (don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm about
by piece
It's clean it's not illegal yeah
Fresher than the Beatles yeah
Sword sharp like medieval yeah
Flex I'm fresh like Ye yeah
Flex I'm clean like
song (hear my song) (I see ya man)
then (yeah) I'ma take yo bitch
she said she getting tired
(neako) of fightin' and runnin' round with the same
nigga
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
money, money, money, money, yeah (uh)
Runnin' through my veins, I'm addicted to this hustle, yeah
Glizzock be the name and I'm one bad lil
bendin' over
Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah)
She keep talking 'bout lime green, no
Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah
Lil' slime Vert bitch, bendin' over
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
murder on these beats like my name was O.J
I run the bags up, but I don't sell cocaine
Got a bad lil shorty and yeah, that's my bae
A lot of bands, yeah
(Um) (Um) (Um) (Um)
(Yeah)
(Um) (Um) (Um)
(Yeah)
(Okay)
(Y'all Know Y'all got that lil)
(Yeah)
(Yeah y'all got that)
(Oh yeah)
She my lil yeah (Ooh)
see
That you hate LSD
I thought you were my friend
You'll love me till the end
If you will continue
Then you will be dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Mr
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
The harder I walk, the ground shall shake
Stomping, the harder I march, the ground will break
I am, groundbreaking, like an earthquake,
Yeah, I run this
going home nigga, ya know
When shit get rough just keep your head up
Gotta keep going boy you better yeah yeah
I'ma grind hard yeah I know there's
. Saxobeat
Makes me dance, brings me up, brings me down, plays it sweet
Makes me move like a freak, Mr. Saxobeat
Oh oh oh girl, mmm yeah, mmm yeah, mmm
Discuss these yeah yeah yeah by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In