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meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
this! look here, 'mr. potato-head', what's the meaning of all this? do you realize what you're asking my replica to do? do you expect him
Iterally fall in
the pill man out of Two fifty
Ran off on the plug I'm mr two brickies
Y'all lil niggas really ain't get no fuckin chicken boy
You buy it hard, you don't know
stop this boy
I don't wanna see you rapping in this house no more
My goons were sitting around watching me spitting
They delirious to the plenty things I
that shit, you probably shootin that shit
I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit
You could find me in my Rover gettin head from a bitch
You could
He's alright, Mr Brown. Yeah, don't worry about him
He has been sitting up there for as long as I can remember
Yeah, he's always there, dawn till
Caught feelings for me lil bit and I was kinda scared of that up in my mind
Truth is didn't know you well and I wasn't ready for it at the time
What I
.Chanel, Mr.Designer own brands
I be keeping that green in my pocket yeah ion even give her no bands (wooo wooo)
Bands , I don't give a fuck bout these niggas I know
soldier 40 Glocc, Jakal nigga
I rap pack back slap cats in they jaws
Give a fuck 'bout y'all rap, rap, raws
Get stepped on with my all stars on
Cars get
hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome
news
Pull up in a few
Super duper high
Get us by
Bitch kinda shy
Fly on over
Smoking my clover
Put one over
Super nova
Smoke in arizona
She’s a loner
wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?
The heavyset one with about ten children?
You may remember her as a slim honey
when
and they buyin'
This for my niggas trappin' out them Hondas
Tryna get designer, Gucci they attire
Walk in this building, it's quiet
I break a heart then I
and you can't fight back, wanna cock it back and let it blow
Hop in my car
On my way to mars
Ima make a stop by the stars
Just to get some xanny bars
She
by one
And I don't make a sound when I'm bout to come
Come in the game on the ratchet lil shit
Driving the car it aint regular bitch
They sucking my
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
Sometimes I just pull up on Brazil and Wilmington
Like 3 o'clock in the morning, stop my car, let the top down
Don't nobody know I'm there
Just
searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
dependin' on neck to keep my ass alive
I don't got folks but my arms about a one six
my
nobody
No one to complete me
Sitting here at the ceiling
I'm like nobody
Mr. Nobody
Treason by my feelings
It's time to cut the lingers
To be defeated
in the club wanna follow us
It's Mr. Chevy Man, You hear my song playin'
And every time we in the club
We be spending grand's
First deny Tech then
you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you
bag me
It’s Mr. I don’t bag these bitches bitches
(Caught a goofy in the trap)
It’s Mr. “I don’t bag these bitches, bitches bag me” (Bag me)
It’s Mr. “I
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