Lyrics:
Fuck Jay-Z!
Yeah! Wait What?
It's D-Bo Mothafucka, It's the Creamery
Oh oh, Okay my bad...Yo pass the blunt though
Go ahead a take your shot
I
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit
[JD]
I don't pay attention
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
the way
All the families and homes that I've left behind
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time
I say, "You take your road
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
for oppas aim
I got my mothafucka choppa fire
He a realest who I desire, watch her
She be just dancin' on dick, tick tocker
Got a rollie on my wrist,
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
Yeah
Chasing
Chasing that bag, chasing that bag
Chasing
Whoo
Aye
Lil' fish
Woke up this morning I had a ménage
Loaded the foreigns, I
and
That's when they put me on, you
Know what I mean i just sounded so
Old just now told you how
My kids be, man Drama if you
Keep that shit, dawg you bad
That
but we both know that's a bad look
'Cause 20 years from now your daughter will probably get her ass whooped
If this too deep for the intro I'll find
Fifty
I ain't really needy
Just a bad lil mama who got no feelings
Couple O's of the OG
Only rolling sticky
Caps & stems to the head
Now I'm feeling
ain't ever basic
Put a bad bitch in her place and
You could be replaced and switch my location
I could be your lover baby, I could be your favorite
Live
[Mr. Lil One]
Well it's the baddest mothafucka in the clok it's the mad men
Fuck what you claim and bicth you know my name
Mr. Lil One the little one
Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
Educated, so I put her in the cut
I need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriend
Two hoes and I think I did
bang bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map but
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep that west
I rep
Who is locked dizzown. 'cause they locked down and I don't care if we
Definitely lock down the heat. Do something, do something bad. Peace out!)
Yo
Damn she fine that's a bad lil bitch
I ain't go lie that's a bad lil bitch
Don't get offended when I say bitch
Cause I say bitch like y'all say nigga
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
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