Lyrics:
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
a king i swear my lil nigga smart
My pops aint get the chance to his babies to the park
Cause he was eastside High tryna teach like mr clark
My lil sister
deny
It’s forever we thug
I wanna tell the world about you baby girl you so perfect
I hate when you not by my side
I can't think I can't function
I
you (I thugged you)
Lil' baby, I thugged you
(I wasn't tryna thug you like that)
I'm sorry, lil' baby
It's the lifestyle a nigga livin'
She like, "Why
a nigga bitch feel ralfy the Plug
She call me lil baby like i did a song With thug (Thugger)
Bitch i sip flint water dont you see all This mud
Just turnt
can't be no thug
I can't have them knowing I was out there selling drugs
I love my lil brother Tiny too
I don't want him to feel like he left out
Know
like this here
[Mr. G-stacka] Yeah
[Big Pimp] Yeah, let Gangsta represent first for his lil' baby why'knaw'msayin?
He ain't got nothin' but one so he
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
Unh, yeah
I like the way this feel right here
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
Yeah
There ain't shit in this world deeper than
Am I Mr Anderson?
Am I Agent Smith?
Am I Mr Anderson?
Am I Agent Smith?
I don't have time for the fake friends
Fake love Fake energy
Keep it real with
Yo
Ima pour my heart on this one y'all
Brianna Lee
Lately I been feelin' real lonely
Fuck I guess the devil tryn' hold me
Ima thug it out by my
. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
money
I can trip low i even met your nigga Spook G
Forget your head
Ride and come halla at ya big homie
Pretty Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee doves
by any means necessary
Kids down boy I got ya, check ya books give em commissary
Chorus
My Nigga My Rider My Thug (I got you) My Nigga My Rider My
One moment
Welcome, you must be Mr.C
Yea yea let's make this quick
Come take a seat
So first thing first, who are you and what is your
chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave 'em bloody
Deloris Tucker, don't let your kids
Hear
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chil'ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out
fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chil'ren, dead homies and family
Sky high, iced out
holiday
I'm just doing me I flash a few dollars hey
My fashion modern day
My passion probably
Thug life, Henny, with a splash of alize
I be with Rich Girls
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
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