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verses always crypted I don't ever over look it
I'm by the money if you looking couple thousands for the booking
You niggas fumble the bag I seen a chance

than I ever been
Strapped in a chair while they figure out my medicine
Alive bitch, I'm the abomination
Mr. Needs more meds than the common patient
It's

play for the jazz 
Bitch I’m bout my cash I need that money call me mr krabs 
He was lacking so my man got em yea ik u mad 
He was drilling but he got

cop her the Porsche
I'm granting wishes call me genie yeah
I'm mr make it happen
They ain't put in on this shit
Get to the green
Might see me trapping
I

Came out of jail to 6 cars
What acccount today
Like a Magician pick cards

Lil boy no daddy I'm the picture
Raise on smoke like rizla
Out here till my

desk/ so did he didn’t break my neck/ I got taken/ into the hall n yelled at/ by that Dyke bitch Miss Keaton/ nothin happened to the bully/ no punishment/

Dedication

Mr. Lil One

The Best of Low Profile Records

2004

heard about the death 
But no one that evil turn son, I'm Mr Lil One
And don't stop until I done

[Chorus]

I pros to my mother 
And I see you when I gone

'm seeing more frowns
On the come up like the Browns
Better be known by the town
Brother said I'm gonna be the best
How about now
I'm swagking and I

on cloud 9? I’m on cloud 10
I counted all my pesos, now I’m counting up my yen
While I sip my dirty faygo, this time I’m flexin’ all my gems
Free Lil Draeko,

Stick by the pole like a mf stripper
Strip strip strip strip
Peso

I fucked that bitch up in my nike slippers
Scored a 15 and i call it back ripper
Stick

'm straight, my n**** (ok)
Yea, I'm getting cake, my n**** (ok)
These dudes still fake, my n****
Why call me Mr. Fake when I'm a fuckin' great
Wordplay ball so

a Beezone
Lil' mama take care of me
You can rest assured, Chachirelli really take care of you
I can be your provider, soul mate, confider mental health

dreamin of a holier place
But people say hes phoney cause he lowkey aint a saint
Lil homie had a past, he was smashin' every d
The urge in his head,

fuck the pain away
Shoot my shot then I fade away
And I hit the lil cat like an 808
And she bussin' it back like It’s money Tay
Aye yuh fuck on me
Get

that skill out
We got ??? stained
Let it aired out
I'm trappin because you neva
Know my whereabouts
I've just made lil shawty cum
Before I let one out

a comma wake up by no means
If you act fake, you can’t roll with my homies
Don't need a durag 'cause I'm wavy like the ocean
All night, yeah I fiend a lil

supremes
Run through ya team
Lookin so fresh and so clean
Lighting shit up with the beam
Serving the fiends
He say I look like dream
Getting that green by

and recalibrate
A plan to navigate
Move forward push the strategy
And give thanks to the greatest
A new wave, Catch me outside
I leave on a Tuesday
Be back by next

don't even mind
Keep track of the score don't let it go by
I'm just here and there when you blink your eye
You the only one who know my government
Once I

all in her shit I'm the new creator

Cum all on my lap by the pussy juice
Hit to the moonlight we don't need the roof
Thought she caught the whole nut

on a shirt
(I'm just playing come cop this Hunnit Up tho, aye)

I miss my nigga, why they have to put him in the dirt?
Yinny sipping on that same shit Mrs

whip)
Turn a four into a seven, then you hit the block and kill it
That's how I fed my mama and three other lil' siblings (facts)
Not to mention my

a problem, nigga, let's solve it
Want the smoke like Smaug, better run off, lil' hobbit
On go like Russians, think I got no bullets, bitch, I got dozens

'm wobblin', yeah)
How you gon' wear fake designer, GG is on me (It's on me let's go)
Huh, wait, alarming, fuckin' this bitch in my Balmains

I'm Mr. Bitches I