Lyrics:
make you wanna wear a vest
Cause I'm too hot to handle
Knockin' niggas out like Livingstone Bramble
Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
I won't
around
She calls Hannah the next day
Still tryna figure out the best way to tell her that she's getting back together with an ex-flame
So she left her
phone
I only flex the shit that I own
Flex on a bitch she hot she thick then I hit a lick and I'm gone new time
Four by four truck moving too fast I cut
We spend time creating rhymes with these pens, what
Yo, skull crush with a subtle touch
I bust ’til dusk, I guarantee I’ll tear MCs until I’m dust
But
a little shrimp defeats the devil in a different time rift
Time for me to not to be quiet coming out the closet
Spirit knows more than just yo logic
Driving
full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony gwen
I'm never lonely in that
I'm gettin paid in full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony
full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony gwen
I'm never lonely in that
I'm gettin paid in full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony
Crime lord but I don't snitch like John Gotti
I'm a different stature, soul gettin' captured
Anita Baker on em' caught up in the rapture
Verses out
due to the pine
My niggas call me little Russell
Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I
You know I got racks just like Yo Gotti
Kicks on my feet, looking like I know karate
When I'm on a track, nigga
I'mma catch a body
Call the producer
zaggin' through the freeway:
Race me nigga!
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
Yo, this goes out to
Everybody
Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up
with my Gz like I’m gotti
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti
Ima take my time ima keep goin up
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv
I need
nothin'
Yeah, that's right, everybody got game
But we just here to let y'all know
That PE is in full effect from right now 'til the year 2000
Ay yo
nothin'
Yeah, that's right, everybody got game
But we just here to let y'all know
That PE is in full effect from right now 'til the year 2000
Ay yo
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
I'm vito corleone
I was creeping down yo block in tinted out muscle
Man the way I'm going up you would think i sold my soul
When i got the wheel you
a thought
Is it really even worth all that time
Stack all your bread so it look like mine
A nigga like me, it's so hard to find
They full of it, they full
calls
On company time!
They Xerox their buttocks'
And guess who pays the dime!
Their blatant thievery wounds me
Their ingratitude astounds!
I long
Titties sitting call me Nami
Keep them killers with me
Just in case you moving funny
Turn yo family dinner bloody
We got this shit out the muddy
Yuh!
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
that shit you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain calm
Till you
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
trouble, just get out
Huh? You talking shit every time I come in this mother fucker
You got something to say
Yeah! Yeah!
Hey, where the motherfucking video
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