Lyrics:
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
hickies and the prickies and your ass too
Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car
Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell
And it ain't far, Mr
I've been trying to keep bro out the jail cell
Been through hell raise hell like hell rell
Lethal shooter I still will send shells
Tp9 still love my
it back up
Once I nut, it's time to pack up
Yea MrX do not play
I do not nut in these hoes and don't believe what they say
Bitch I'm smart
Only 15 but
screaming
Yeaaa
Bad lil bitch
She was wanna go take me down to hell
Im gone fuck her
Im gone put her in a wale
I love the way she way she drippin like a snail
ass Nerf
Say I'm top 10, lil bitch I'm first
Sippin on tea, I ain't popping no perc
I gotta blow up, I ain't never gon' work
Fuck your lil homie, put
a toast
I see thru the lies
Judging by your eyes
I can tell you a lil more
Tell you a lil more
I can tell
I can tell
When I see your face
Face
You been thru
an ounce and head south
Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch
And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin
They call me Mr. get all mad
And I got this choppa, lil' nigga, don't play with me
Her pussy balder than mofucking Mr. Clean
I ball up and swish, like it's mofucking Listerine
I
packs
Them chubby black kids eating Lil Debbie snacks
Put your fist in the air and let's take a stand
No Mr. officer, I don't wanna shake your hand
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
riding good you got some skills
Gotta cum inside even it kills
No matter what's the cost i'll foot the bill
I Sia like the vibe but no cheap thrills
Hell
nothin' goin' on, ain't got no plans
But I'm really tryna get with you, yeah
Cause you a whole lil' vibe, and you matchin' my fly
You look good by my side,
Like I had to walk wit my stick
All by myself
Ain't no one tell me that
I been through hell
Ion know if you could tell
I done got used to bein by
deceiving
It hurts some more, it hurts some more
Mr. Cocaine music, I'm 100% proof
Bout to make it smooth, I'm Mr. Rebel, rhyme invasion
A little spice in my
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
wanna see them
I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams"
Rose gold rozay Rollie
Sexy lil' red Hitech, bitch
Trap out that spot,
no (yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than Jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
Motherfucker pop a nigga from cut and ass
I gotta hustle wars with me and we actin' bad
For lil niggas in the Cadillac
Yea motherfuckin' nigga, it's on
Yea
that you ain't seen or you ain't know about
I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil Boat house
I'm doin' scammin', sendin' bows to your ho house
Ridin'
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
[Mr. Shadow]
If your ass wants to live another day
Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay
Bring it on all my foes
Mr. Shadow be the one
Lil Durk can't do shows in Chiraq? 'Cause he'll start riots again
I know who sell phones and iPads they tryna get by again
Just keep Chicago in your
Fair enough fair enough fair enough
They can't show a nigga love
Have to do it by lonesome
That's ok, just fine
Said I'm used to this shit fuck
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