Lyrics:
double up lookin like Jeopardy
I got the dancers up on neck
Flow is too sick and I don't need a remedy
Spiciest money I'm peppery, I'm with the seasoning
Incidentally, dearie
You know Mrs. Mooney
Sales've been so dreary
Toby!
Poor thing is penniless
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh, well, got
job I quit
Started working for the home
So I could be by her everyday
We couldn't afford the cost in any other way
So Mr. Larkin
See I know she
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Ha, I don't know, it's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish
would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Ha, I don't know, it's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean,
aht dem asics
Nigga slash up lil nigga like slayer
Shawty on board to my dick yea she cater
Shawty a hoe she so sick she wan say ah
Im ona boat gas so
pikin don die
Dem dey cry dey ask baba e God why
Na Mr So so and so so come
English finishing start to dey form
Him as I'm no suppose come at all
People
The shit, uh
Smokin' the strong like Mr incredible
(Shit strong)
Big Yavo the shit what I'm tellin' you, ayy
(Let's go)
You ain't the shit, I ain't smellin'
by the bay
And Mr. Ric Ricochet
We slay with the ringers
We bringin the ruckus
3 Points at a time
They all wanna duck us
It's crazy
Lil Aisly and Mad
I just want the money feel like Mr. Krabs
Smoking on Ms. Simpson feel like Homer
Smack em with da tec he in a coma
Imma get this money by my loner
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' Mr. Postman
Oh daddy da
My eye eye
My mr. i hail
My mr. mr. i hail , mr. i hail
My mr. i hail
My mr. mr. i hail.
Oh Girly,
I get enough love in my heart
Two
Mitch
Cuz I'm flipping what I'm sewing
Call up mr dope man ask him what he doin (Aye)
Call up mr dough man see what he Pursuing (Aye)
Call up mr flex
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
I don't care, okay? I don't, I don't, I don't even, I don't even a little bit of a fuck, okay
And, and, so, so what? So what? So what? So what? So
Yummy lil' lady so damn gorgeous, mmm, damn delicious
All I really need is some smooches and swisher
Dank so smooth, my shawty say she wanna hit this
Give
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
Incidentally, dearie
You know Mrs. Mooney
Sales've been so dreary
Toby!
Poor thing is penniless
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh, well, got
Making my 3 piece swings
Serving them lil hoes
Coogie down nigga fresh clean
Dionte Wilder the way the boy swing
Cuz talking I think he dream
30
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
your surrounded by the fake?
Had food to cook but you didn't serve a plate
Life of an outcast gotta make with what you take
I close my eyes just so I can
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