Lyrics:
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr
the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magilla-cutty, chasin' booty soft as silly putty
Killa for money,
them niggas trappin' like they killas
Make me take your Pride
Foenem got a 50 with a switch, tryna fuck up a nigga day
7.62, rip threw u but I'm just
kick it, 32 diamonds of marble in the dentist
I'm Donald Trump I grab the world by the crotch and kiss 'em
Make her bow down and now she's addicted
featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha fucka's
Lil' Cease
featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha fucka's
Lil' Cease
your friend
I'm not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets,
uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
'Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner
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
Lil' nigga, big steppa, (huh)
I roll with killas in my section, (huh)
In the foreign, drivin' reckless (Skrrtt)
On the phone talkin' bout money, I ain't
dem 6s
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a back pack
I'm in it for
uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
'Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner
Radio killa
Big snoop d o dub
The American dream
Ayo nephew
Come up off them kids
Sing a lil' something for the ladies
Let em know how we
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste and I'm bout to buy a case (leggo)
'Cause girl I'm just a bird
Don't make me make you fall in love
working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but
look in the mirra the eyes of a killa are staring back at you?
Its too late for prayin you know what I'm sayin there's noplace to run to.
The thugs
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste and I'm bout to buy a case (leggo)
'Cause girl I'm just a bird
Don't make me make you fall in love
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!
off
B****es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
me nigga
2 door coupe thats a lady killa
I just campaignin' with my wrist on chill
Champagne bottles yeah we got em on chill
Shawty don't care who her
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