Lyrics:
that's why we taxin nigga
Paper I attract it Mr can no longer grind backwards witcha
Its pressure ain't gassing nigga just wait till I pass it nigga
Haters
lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I
working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
And Mr.Leonard pops he gettin older too
And Bryce Leonard man that dude drove to school
Yeah,all the way in New York
Man i wish you saw Tariq that dude to smart
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might
But if she a hoe then I won't treat
Ate me up that girl too foul
She cleaned my mess like Mr Sheen
Now I'm tryna find that chop (Find that)
Jetz still
love you baby""
I love you
Baby baby I'm confessing it to you
"I love you baby I love you"
(Mr. Capone-E)
Hey Hey there mija
Check this out
I got this
out her teeth when she sucking my dick
Mr. Beefies be macking these bitches
I see how it is
Lil nigga be doing his shit
Put a mask on her face
When that
call this big bitch Mrs. Pearl
Snake bitch switched up on me, I say fuck it, might go shoot me a girl
We'll take the shit from A to Z, lil' A, you is
(Uh)
(Yuh)
I'ma tell y'all, 4 years just passed by (Passed by)
Now the time's come, we must say goodbye (Bye)
And the one person, or the other one
If I wanna cop this lil chick should we be like poles or opposite I'm stuck in a ditch
[VERSE 1]
They say one day you run outta lyrics to write
But
with that stick
Mr. Hop up out the V, we throwing shit like Michael Vick
I done bucked so many poles, I told lil bro, you ain't getin shit
I done fucked
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
no money to be rapping bout (maybe just a lil)
I ain't got no clout, got no name, fuck the fame imma get that later
Fuck a hater sometimes they my
still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I
Walk to the club don't introduce me
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Don't talk to me goofy
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Call me Mr. Groovy
Being lit
I'm living life like
verses always crypted I don't ever over look it
I'm by the money if you looking couple thousands for the booking
You niggas fumble the bag I seen a chance
how
I pull up on they ass
We can't fuck with you 'cause you
Ain't ever in your bag
I'm Mr "Go Right On Tour, ayy
And Fuck a Bunch of Sluts"
You Mr "Ayy,
holding me down
Made a lil' something from nothing
Built it up straight out the ground
I got so many blessings washing over me
I got so many blessings
a lil cozy
Bali smell fresh I'm abouta get toasty
Clean beam with a ruler in glizzys yeah that is a nice heat
Who chasin' a runner this beam gun him down
department was gone contact the real Mr. Z
I know y'all ain't got cheese to eat
Just try applyin' for some food stamps
Them boys cry wolf a lil too much now I
beating
Y'all lil boys made me change my demeanor
Too much drip on the ground, I can't see you
Stepping out and get flocked by the media
Jordan's on, don't
a hundon
Ooh yeah Gucci python ooh yeah
She play with her tongue
Yeah, I bought that bitch a new charm
Lil nigga pop when I told him come see about me
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