Lyrics:
at Mr. Chow's (Chow's), no forensic file (file, uh-huh, higher, we steppin' higher)
Underground Railroad, Harriet Tubman style (ah, higher, higher)
Lil
Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The muthaf***a most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
seen me like her pic, I probably fucked her before
I'm a ho, I know I'm a ho
But don't you call me that, lil' nigga, that shit come with the smoke
smoke I puff (puff)
The more dangerous (us)
[Mr. Bristal]
What, Cris flow 'ever, nigga, you know what that mean (uh)
Cock
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
love
That bitch April fools
This my story
Lil bitch I'm a real author
Came home I won the title
Nigga Candance Parker
Real swaggy nigga
Yeahh
Im
a lil dope
Man that's all I really need
We gon roll a lil weed
We gon smoke a lil dope
Until my eyes Bleed
We gon roll a lil weed
We gon roll a lil dope
Let me lay this verse down right quick
Lil shawty
Lil shawty spoil she gone cry if she don't get the world
I make bread like Mr.Krabs but all she
[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck
[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by the slow track, I think I
Ooh-ooh, uh
You know what I'm sayin'?
You see that difference?
Haha
Yeah, Mr. Finch, 40's and bud, hoes know
It's that real love, the energy,
over there?
{Mr. Shadow]
The one over there?
[Mr. Lil One]
Yeah the one with the bald headed fool lookin like a fuckin geek
Check it out check it out,
hoe I pass around
I hope my smoke go past the clouds
To all my homies lookin' down
Amen to that shit
Mrs mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
With
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from
the bitches they say that I'm trill (Yea)
Pussy ass said he want smoke, Put that fuck nigga right on a grill
(Kill Bill lil' hoe, Put that fuck nigga right
smoke? (Smoke)
I been in the trap for a minute lil' nigga (lil' nigga)
I get dough (dough)
These niggas got a bag but it ain't like this (like this)
I
Yeah!
They ain't ready for this one nephew (nah!)
Lil Jon (hey!) Snoop Dogg (uh-huh!)
Turn this shit up nigga! (let's go!)
[Chorus]
1800, I
a fool,
If for wealth he doesn't strive?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than
a big biter
Want smoke?
Huh, well I am the provider
BIC lighter
For yo life a scriptwriter
Cuz I could end it any second
Go 'head and test me
But you gon'
Roll me a blunt up
From sundown to sun up
I'm countin these hunnas
I'm feelin like gunna
Cuz I keep a lil baby
Can't let these hoe try play me
Can't
cool a fool, but not a kid's play toy
And one thang fasho', mr cool is not a boy toy
Pinch myself is it real laugh, and say ouch
Smilin' feelin' good I
Synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit
Who a bitch?
Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga
Tell his mamma not to cry
Because they can clone
Synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit
Who a bitch?
Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga
Tell his mamma not to cry
Because they can clone
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