Lyrics:
ya 1-0
I have ya lookin' pretty hit ave and get the dough
And Gucci don't fit you like it's suppose to be in pictures
I computer love baby Wayne ya
I say, baby, you can leave right now
No I don't give a fuck, pretty thick lil' bitch
And I know she a slut, when we deep in them covers
Only time she
that lil paper
I show love cuz ain't no hatred
Niggas steady counting favors
I looked out for a lotta niggas
But I still ain't nun they favorites
They be
beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and swap game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets
If you peeping from the south we about
me pics I like the ones with the suds
Don't be shy I swear I ain't finna judge cause...
I wanna thick bitch love me just like I'm rich bitch
Take you
2
This my autobiography, signed sincerely
L.I.L this the motherfucking J.U.L
Bitches get spell checked like Kim from 05
I remember the come up, just
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
And he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts
girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around
'm a bad boy like Didi, got my money out the trenches (bad)
I bought her a Bentley because lil' mama expensive (skrrt)
I'm lookin' at my haters through
by the way that I be singing this song
She be talking bout love
No shame when you say you ain't done
But right now I just fuck with my thugs
It takes
Tsss, I got to take some time to myself real quick, like, I got to go on, like, a lil' drive real quick, ma
I'ma be back, like, I'ma let you know
she love me?
You know these hoes be lyin
Why y'all keep on talkin'?
Ain't yall tired niggas tired of dyin
You see this chopper right here lil' nigga
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
I think that I need wings,
Girl I know your impressed by the things that money brings
I'm not your other nigga
I do it way bigger, c'mon on baby do
me, cause I just can't take it
Girl body looking like, where she come from
What you been eating on, let a nigga get some
Thorough bread, I just love it
say
She say
Oh well don't you know of course I hypnotized you and you love it
And I
I say
Ohhhhh
I'm tryna see if you can take dick
She ain't from this
a fifth of your soul then we piss on your name
[Mr. Lil One]
Gold digging bitches always out to grab the lout
Grab my twenty-five pull at they mind
Mr. Put That Shit On
It shouldn't matter if I'm right, it shouldn't matter if I'm wrong
What if heaven had a phone
Then I would never feel alone
to do right about now
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls,
Mary J. Blige and J-C from Jodeci
And we
(Yung Lan on the track)
My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing
pussy, I'm dripped in red (okay)
Don't let this R&B shit fool you, niggas get ripped to shreds (get back)
Quavo talkin' like he a thug, nigga, you
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
into it
Huh lil' boy where your pape movement
Yeah my name got weight to it
It's Kso Mr. Pesos yeah the spanish fluent
Ain't nun' like the rest bro I
know Lil Boosie be in yo city on yo stage
Do wat you gon' do to me
After the show I'm wit my fans givin' kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by
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