Lyrics:
songwriter and film producer, Mr. Franklin Shepard!
I am Franklin Shepard
And I also was my class valedictorian here twenty-five long years ago
Are these
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up,
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
This is a story
Of me
Being a sick ass mothafucka
As a youth
Shootin mothafuckas like you
And bitches like you
You all fall
startin' to feel like the end
I did it all by myself
I ain't ever need help
So baby don't play, don't pretend
Know you ain't findin' me
Keep it low like
bitch!
Fuck the devil!
I love Jesus
I'm a man of god
7th edition Skyrim made by Tod
Howard
I have barely showered
The devil is a coward!
I LOVE THE FUCKING
All I ever did was teach folk in the community
A place where ain't no lawyers, or ain't no 'munity
Talked about animosity and how to keep it gutter
was grey hoodies
For every nigga, every bitch said I can't or couldn't
Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in
go, "Brrt," and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet, for that lil' one shit that we did they ain't get back
We got the drop
They say she got colder than igloos, did she?
I'm in a GT, she in a Mitsubishi
Just left Mr. Miyagi
Tell that bitch jump if that bitch feel froggy
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
fuck with no midget
I told that lil Honda bitch go mind your business
I'm Mr. Wakanda she like how my dick is
Lakadi don't run, I got wheels where my
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
to the church then I got paid (Joyner)
I'm what God made (brr)
And fuck a durag, I had so many brushes with death, I think I got waves
Lil' roach, I think I
and go buy some jewelry? (Jewelry)
That one hurt to see (damn)
And by the end of the song, they gon' try to murder me
And if they do, I hope my fans
wit our tongues
I was deceived, by every one
I can't be beat, I already won
My money stretches like it did a lunge
Yo only bag is the one for ya lunch
the metrics
The son's necklace on these presses
Say a prayer believe knowledge off a tree for thieves
Judas by the branches
The devil's dancin'
On the floor now
am a starter
I'm the first one to the lean lil baby
Feel like Mr. Carter ugh
Girl you know I hate it when you pass by
I'm tryna run up with my gang
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
can really run the game with my eyes closed (yea)
Remember when it was a cold summer? (ice)
I did it by myself, I guess I am a sole stunner (yea)
I
Pep Guardiola, Pep Guardiola Earn c Lil Dollar, Earn c Lil Dollar Pop c Lil Stalker, Pop c Lil Stalker Dope One c Jeweler, Dope
One c Jeweler i Been
'm not resisting ain't got no hand gun
Say Mr. Officer don't shoot me
I just wanna make it home and be family
It's another minority shot down by a special
Discuss these devil did 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