Lyrics:
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
shit make a difference in me and you
You was supposed to be here, nigga
Nigga, I wasn't 'posed to be in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I
This here I'm going insane, mental disease
Puttin' a bar up to a place, niggas can't reach
Bout to cop so many chains, lil Mr. T
Doe boy she give me
Someone looking out for me
You can step right up and show yourself if you will
It seems like I've been hiding from my friends too long
You can take
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
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
too
Double homicide on 'em, shit we're takin' two
But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough
Lil nigga but my heart like I make two
You
Lil' mama, it's your call, I hear ya, I heard ya say
Touch me, baby
Touch me all night long
Touch me, baby, yeah
Yeah, I'm into that talk, I'm into
too
It's alright though
Let's just warm up a little bit
Finish sucking my lozengier, and uh
This particular song, um, is called "Mr. Intentional"
the pain I'm feeling
Must not much have mattered, must I?
Moving forwards
Did not take long to pass me by
Moving onwards
What am I supposed to do?
somethin' for these bad bitches too
I mean paparazzi on me tryin' not to get caught out
They always seem to catch me with the woman that I brought out
Baby
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
I told her to drive over after dude crib
Bring a couple new friends
Them last girls was too thick
How you expect me to hit?
You wanna watch Clueless
it
So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just so
and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
I'm wasted talent on women
destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle
Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
Slam him, when I bark I marked his
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
you're supposed to be?
What if I'm the one to cop you that ten carat ring?
What if it's me that's supposed to be with you baby?
Forever would be better
"Mr. Campos
How the fuck do we get out?"
A question that was asked with a desperate sound
"My friends are fucking dying
Birds replaced by sirens
give me a break sometime all I do is procrastinate I dun had this music shit on wait on wait for far too long life just don’t get easier life move too
They sent a long text
Followed by nothing
I'm supposed to be
I'm supposed to read
Your mind
I don't know what to say to you
I don't know what to say
LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms
I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat
Shoot
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
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