Lyrics:
Red beam green beam mr throw on the laser
Thotti go thotti she know i can't save her
Who lit now im addicted to paper
Don't got the sitch he get punched
sipping on the crown
Told lil baby buckle up, but she didn't buckle down
Playing all them games, girl you thought I was a clown
Girl you thought is was
Mr. Clark I keep the lean on me
Get the money married to it I put a ring on it (yea)
Reality no this is not a dream
Really get to actin on dese n****s
know I'm with whatever
Flyest nigga in my city call me Mr. Feather
Niggas always tryna flex a gun, but they don't ever use it
I think I got these niggas
Feel like Tay-K, left the bitch, lil' bitch, I been did the race
Fifty-five years for some shit, 40 at his face
Takin' pics, wanted poster, hard flicks,
of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness
name
Make you my Mrs.
I don't need no mistress
Don't need no side
Just like my drank
Smooth as my wine
Let my buy you a drank
On T-Pain vibes
Tell
I’m killin shit
You like dead presidents, yeah I’m with the shit
Ironic Mr. Franklin isn’t on the list
That’s a hunnid, the top boi I’m coming
You not
to survive... we makin' this cash
(Yeah, ugh)
Takin a dab (What? yo)
Fuck it we taking this risk?
I'm taking my chance (Uhhu)
Make you my Mrs. if not I won't know
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
chore
Dobrze by wszyscy z budynku wyszli w porę
I nie wiem sam skąd je biorę
Odkąd pamiętam w szkole
Byłem horrorem dyrektorek
A wczoraj miałem sen i
her ass back home on the same night
Same day same flight gave her pipe
Sent babygirl to her broke ass nigga the same night
I'm talking mrs new booty
Chacho got the movie and it's on angles
Trynna plot on my dogs get dismangled (June)
In center like I'm in staples
Produced by I.V to the whole label (Uh)
Quick to Mr. Hyde
If you tryin' to be a spark
Girl I'm figna ignite
She a temptress
Ass wide in a thin dress
She say she came here with her man though
I
high
I'm a King
Babygirl, you awake
You a queen
This ain't no blue dream
Welcome to the Lotto Team
It's ya boi
Soufsyde P
But you can call me Mr
When I be down in my zone
You don't know where I go
I be digging in my hole
I accomplish by my own
It's my city, it's my home
It's ma tone, it's ma
motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice
And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will
blasian ya heard
(You already know!)
When I walk thru
It might get hectic
I'm the life of the party
Make you cats feel hella threatened
Just by my presence
gonna slide, but he the one that's playing defense
Left him by the school supplies when he thought that he was leaving
Von dick sucking them niggas, we
You gon hear this lil whore, it's produced by me
You already know the vibes
Got B-R-O-G-O-D in this bitch
And it's B-R-O-G-O-D on the B-E-A-T
Pushing weights that you ain't never seen
Mrs Charles to you niggas
My fingers create a murder scene
I hold my legs up for him while he push inside of me
know about that
Times a lil different now man we've gotten off track
I remember five-dollar hair cuts from Mr. Melton
Sippin on a cold Pepsi right behind
are new u might extend a red carpet Smokin sherbert lil nigga fuck the cigarrets
Got couple G ties aint even talk bout it
Look what i got on my wrist
about him every night
Goddamn i miss him
On the flight when G died
I was handlin' bidness
They left my baby by the dishes
Blind him in the kitchen
Got
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