Lyrics:
the streets, up in these streets
Them niggas call me Mr. Clean
Bitch, I'm shiny with this beam
Got ice, you keep me clean
Nigga, know I got that money
Bitch,
Bitch, I came from the trenches, so that lil' shit is light
And this gas I be smokin', crush my lungs in a fight
Can't hang with goofies all day,
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
. Watchyohoe, cause I could get her on go, she gon catch some
Gripping this lil bitch by her dreads, she trying to make her escape on the bed
After that, its
Bitch need to do your part
You ain't never gon' win my heart
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay
Yeah, I ain't no captain save a ho lil
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
making a pack flip
Making it stretch mr elastic
Serving the lord feeling fantastic
Incredible
Flow on the beat
Impeccable
Feeding the spirit
Edible
I was
the plug, can't fall off
Coupe from outer space (tshh), trust me I'm okay
Bought Hi-Tech paid by the case (by the case)
You could tell that's Chanel by
S550 for the benzo
Goin off the top no pen hoe
Ion do the friendzone
Fuckin on lil shawty but I realy want the friend tho
Shawty playin game Nintendo
My lil' one kill you for a Franklin
Like he related to Aretha
Nigga, I be really goin' off
Y'all niggas never ever goin' off
Y'all the Covid protocol
Boy Trimm
Mr. Trimm in this bitch
Turn me up a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Yeah yeah yeah
Risk nigga
Why we out here takin risk
They laughing like they
Ha yeah that hoe know who it is
Mr.MakeABitchPopIt I ain't talking bout no lids
If I fuck she got no option but to swallow all them kids
I ain't
a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-catching you
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
out the blue
Might got a double that make it two
I'm Mr. Four
A bitch can't tell me shit
Been on they ass since the age of six
I'm gettin' it done
I
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
claiming she delicate
So I done lost all etiquette
A lil Hood but elegant
An absolute perfectionist perfecting it
Mr. intelligent
Set fire to the city for
a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid, you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop 'cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too, I sell
Lil Chuckie.
boy when we catch you
its over with
even stunna cant save you on this one
Nicki Minaj.
yo yo yo
yo ima show these girls how to pick 'em
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
Bozo"
Switch it, switch it, aye
Switch it, I want the bag and your Mrs. I want the op in the swisha
When I start hooping I pull up like Fisher
Change up
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