Lyrics:
dick through the carpet and tickled me more
Pocket full of cum and I might throw it on a heater
Cum burns in my lungs, lil' baby take a breather, ayy
pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em
Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
He say, "I'm ready, fool
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
your girl feeling juicy
Gunman gonna make a movie
My girls acting boujee
Lil shawty, aye, she showing her boobies
I get the bag, shout out to Gucci
Mr
get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Bitches play this in their Benzes Jeeps and Geos
I bust a Mr
get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Bitches play this in their Benzes Jeeps and Geos
I bust a Mr
rocks
On the block like sidewalk chalk
Ice so cool
Bob the builder how I got tools
Mr t how I pity fools
Gotta lotta jewels cuz I'm water whippin
I don't smoke weed homie I get drunk
All the hogs we aint get high off a blunt
Some do coke fuck bitches thats wassup
Find me at a bar-b-que drinking
the crib like Ose
I ain't your friend, I ain't the one that you going to play
Spin, I'm Mr. pop out with that Helmut Lang
I'm Mr. pop out on the runway
I
why I smoke when I wake up
And stay so high
Nobody wants to see the soldiers die
Nobody understands the muslims eye
Everybody understands the word
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimp, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the streets with goons, I broke
You know I'ma slide, lil' DD arrived
Tryna shoot a nigga in his eye (pow)
P-p-pull up on me, let's have a good time
I'm sly, in the back of my head,
and I'm standing
This time I beat the wheel
So I can live another day
Because I didn't want to die
And if it's the fool who likes to rush in
And if
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I
Live truly laid back get fed by Mrs Woody
Buckets of grape yellin out fuck it I be the great
Smoke the wolf on the wall street maintain the bosses
of Lil' Sneezy
Growing up in hardship
Struggling to get ahead
How it go
Growing up
Rough and tumble and tough
Streets was never enough
And by streets I
on
The owner, he'll fuck with me, he let me smoke my lil' reefer
What you drinkin', 'yac and tequila? (What you drinking?)
You drinking it straight or you need
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
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
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