Lyrics:
I'm only moving for money like U-haul
I get em in then I thumb like a guitar
I'm having drugs just like service them good bars
Foreign one button
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
them my lil dudes
I know they better play they cards right, can't play me like no fool
She love when I go deep in, Ion play it by the rules
I say don't
lil bitty bitch she gone shake it
Yeah this lil bitty bitch yeah she faded damn
Yeah
She gone off that liquor
I just might hit her, slim waist, ass
standing there
And about by the way that you moved
I couldn't help the way I stared
There were some mysterious folks
They led me here to you
Lead me
7am I’m up n at it it’s bout to be a good one
Click my dm find my bm n check up on my lil one
I broke my old scale so now I sale em by the unit
I let
a beat up six string, in a secondhand store
Didn't know how to play it, but he knew for sure
That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn't take long,
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't
day someone'll pick me up
And play me back home
I'm just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
Hey come on by and listen to my song
Won't ya
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
Robert Johnson was at the crossroads at midnight
Baron Samedi met him on the foggy ground
The creepy count said: Mr. Johnson, I will make you famous
I said that I would miss you girl, just a lil bit
I made her bitch mad, had to use my Swiss
Her ass a peach though
Slap it like I'm Mr. Smith
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
You hardwire
I'll try to play the guitar.
Stay smoke is gone
Pass by the morning
Though we both see it coming
We don't run.
Let the silence settle
bitch i feel like scar
Slide the scat know you smell the tar
Keep a drum don't fuck with guitar
Smoking gas bitch i been on mars
Nigga play pop him like
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
a lil' nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real
[Hook x2]
There's a party over here, a party over there
A party everywhere...put ya hands up
speaks
No one speaks
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friend's guitar
That he
speaks
No one speaks
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friend's guitar
That he
#Intro
(Yo. Thank you Ricco)
#Hook
I ball with the bands like I play the guitar
Lil’ Shawty and her friends want to hang with the plug
They bring
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
Or the bridge bulge it's ok
This guitar has seen our family
Through the tough stuff
Brought us smiles and tears
And big hugs
I guess that's why it stays
By
the guitar
Run up them racks and I'm telling hurrah
Run up on this car you gone die by this car
I don't give a fuck keep ya distance stay far yea
I don't give
heartbreaker
And I stand by it can flying
Blowing at your head like a hair dryer
Eastside nigga
My whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood
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