Lyrics:
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Mr. Lonely
Hey, Hey
Hey Mr. Lonely
Hey, Hey
Hey Mr. Lonely
Hey, Hey
Hey Mr. Lonely
I'll rock the roll & I'll rock the show & now mix it with
Whether in allies or back streets, or the stairwell to Fat Beats
I come off like the ink that be staining my hands in rap sheets
With lyrics stronger than
see me now (walk it out)
All of these bitches wanna see me now (walk it out)
Fucked that lil' bitch with the titties out (poke it out)
I know you see
Top
I hit the hotspot
Mr Bombclat
I'm on the run
We chasing funds
We toting guns lil bitch
hot like the sun lil bitch
ice out for fun lil bitch
who said
Yeah, brand new Snoop Dogg
Somethin' to crack the new year off, ya dig?
One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on everybody, lets rock this place
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
and razor blades and candy bars
I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block
Spit in my face and gave my a rock
I tried to give it back and said
Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks
And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem
Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty
and my game is harder
I'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin'
Bad lil bitch fat ass she blasian
Ran off on the plug you a dummy you think that I'm paying
Back in the days I was stuck in the church got lil older
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Fuck you talkin bout lil bih, fuck you talkin bout lil hoe
Fuck you talkin bout lil bih, fuck you talkin
I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks (bling)
You know I pop shit, I talk shit, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my
lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I
up a fat nest egg
I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU
Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but
Rock
Rock
Mr. Butane
Mr. Rock and Roll
Don't you leave us behind
Come and save our souls
Resurrect me
And make the dead man whole
I'll keep the fire
Lil' Jamal and Junior MAFIA
One two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior MAFIA
One two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior MAFIA
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
call me masturbator
Pull out my dick, then I nut in a sec
Was called by my teacher and got an erection
Lil Iron's fucking shitty
How many racks? Bitch I
drugs I go to the moon
Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
[Intro]
Back in the stu, we got Young Fat Idiot, Lil Chicken, Scrawnatron, And Young Fat Glizzy
Titties Are out
LET'S GO!
[Verse]
Rolled up
fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands sent out
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