Lyrics:
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
a fisherman
Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I
Knock knock
Guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr Eazi, Major Lazer inna beamer
Oh my gawd
I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
just talk the talk, I walk it
That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit
My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting rapped
And keepin'
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
Heaven's where you're going?
You ain't exactly been showing the ways of an angel"
Glory bound
I must admit you got a point
But I got a feeling
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
And Sasha even if you're not the one
Baby know nothing compares
Nothing compares
To when I'm waking up next to you by my side
Lil shawty imma ride or die
This here's a record I wrote about friendship
The kind that X and Ja 'Lil was talking bout
When they wrote
Friends, how many of us have them?
I
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
a dying dream
Craving lit up by belief
On the side of angels, dead in need
Take me away
Misplaced among the angels
Save me, I'm in need of you
When
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
most cases
Tramautized by my heart break
All my efforts only seen wasted
Celestial court and all the holy names
Fellowshippin' with the angels
I
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
And Mr smith & Wesson wanna
Kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit
Fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver,
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
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