Lyrics:
And sampled it dope breaks it come
Some be very left while used by Nouka and Sef
I quote my man I'm swirling G
I'm getting feed from this beef y'all rolling
ya blade
Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave
Check your rearview, lock them doors
Beat your hoes and cock ya shit
Count your money by
bombs and I’m talking Batista
Ditch y’all with nothing like Mrs. and Mesta
I’m just needing head I ain’t text cuz I miss ya
Don’t get me pissed off, I
daily and prove haters wrong
I got my dues paid baby
To Mr Max, Kweku Tee n Sean
Rhudi told us Skillion you gon’ be just fine youngin’
And here we are
walkin by
I've been in a flurry of war, and enemies ain't talkin right
I don't have the time, ain't expectin no love up in here
Allah I pray you forgive me
When you were by my side
I would not be satisfied
I thought the grass was greener over the hill
You gave me your heart
But I held back a part
and I'll do the hop
Cough up a lougie shake break and boogie
Cause I got a home girl that's giving out nougies
Mr George Bush was on my floor
Cracked
This year's crop of kisses
Don't seem as sweet to me
This year's crop just misses
What kisses used to be
This year's new romance
Doesn't seem
imposters give you a bowl of superstition
It's GOD over Money honey, the New Edition
I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion
While they Judas
met me then
I was built to be a warrior
Warrior, Cut the shit
No empathy
Before the cream, that ODB
A-TEAM or Mr.T
It really ain't a mystery
But hit
caught up on the block by your shorty rock, my nigga that's hot boy
Ima take my chances
Show you why I'm Mr Fantastic stretching my list of decisions even
Just listen to me right now I'm hotter than the Devil's home! (Ayyy!)
And I be smokin' on this popcorn!
The show about to start so grab a seat
the days of my grade school years
I used to be a wild child smokin' blunts drinkin' beers
Up against, on the ends it's sticky gum on the seats
Shootin'
chain Mr. T's
Open every cell at Attica, sellin' Acuras, it's a commercial
Room full of Draculas, big commercial
Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy
selected with the highest scrutiny
I play Mr. Christian and just take mutiny
Cause this is my destiny, a lotta brothers keep testin me
But you haven't
this is Stephanie, I was waitin' outside for your ass
for like a fuckin' hour, I don't know what's goin on, muthafuckas tryina
raw me, you be
ain't spoke in months
Used to pay a guy a G a week to roll my blunts, uh
Wouldn't believe what I made off of weed
And if the trap was a sport, I'd be
or
Where I want to be
I used to believe in myself
And now I feel like I'm nothing
2 chains
Just a little gap tooth
Call me by my two names
Moving like I'm Usain
I ain't never losing
Think you on a new wave
Get up out the pool
to take a school of rappers and make these pussies repeat pac
Feel free to state opinions its a free world
I'm Mr. too damn good rest in peace gerald
This
On stage and off
Pressure cookers pop
Explosions of vegetable splatter
Like bits of apple on Mr. B
Days of old
Wonder if those days remember me
Ethereal
smearing your make up
You’ve been workin hard, tryna get ur cake up
I’ve been getting money but don’t know how to save up
Attitude coming in by the boat load
to my plight
Some nights I used to feel slighted
We just tryna get by
Stay low from the cops
So we gotta get high
Like one third of The Lox
John Starks
gangsta lean
gorillas in my trunk so you know just how im vean?
dem peanut butter guts so plush is wat im used ta hit the turbo booster
the mr. throw
.jpg/200px-Loretta_Lynn_SXSW_2016_-8842_(33197871691).jpg "Loretta Lynn")
Discuss these mr and mrs used to be by loretta lynn Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In