Lyrics:
and that's the backup
Some real shawties tell lil' shawties to put some racks up
My money longer, ain’t done evolvin'
This shit's a classic
My money longer,
Drugs-n-alkahol baby! Ah!
Uh, mm that's funky, oh!
Huh, I'm mr. What-the-fuck-you-lookin-at
I'm mr. Quick-to-run-and-get-the-gat
Treat you like
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call
the vibe babe put the groove in ya hips
The night is young so let?s roll with the fun
Ya got some gum take it out gimmi some
Cause I'm about to play
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real
Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal
Get you 36 for 28, what you expect?
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
won't
Keep on saying I don't
But I'm starting to feel my bones show
I decide when I'm done
I decide when to run
You can call me
Mr. Skeleton
Mr. Skeleton
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my
'm proud of myself, motherfucker I done it
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for
love, so I turned my back to you, yeah, yeah
I can't give no racks to you (8)
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
Good Morning, boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today is
What you would like to be when you grow
static
Don't do no talkin', have yo' shit together when we come
I got too many brothers that done died by the gun
I murder from the heart, so you can
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
You can get a glimpse of the one that they call Mo.
Mr. Low-pro, fans peepin' like there he go.
Two lane now, put yo' bite on me.
Y'all done waited
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
(Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
my hair done?) How short's your hair right now?
(Well you know I get it done every
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong
throwed me it was gone
Lil' ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch I got dis caine mayne
And I got dis weed and syrup shit well let's get rich
I got too
(Huncho made this)
By myself, I done been through this shit all alone (alone)
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your
niggas, they want me dead,
'Cause I done spread through their territory like the HIV.
Sun down spots, suckas swallow glocks.
If they know by these
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