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What up Mr dinkie how you feeling my nigga
Greetings from your next to be the K-IN-G
It's been a second
But I hate the way that I'm feeling G
Still

spare me
Did it?

Wanna fuck 'cause I got posted up
By Drake and Lil Baby
Oh, you the savage Future be
Talkin' 'bout? Yeah, bitch, I'm crazy
Cuffed an AMG

messing with a dog swiping bitches like a visa
She said she wasn't hungry but I turned her to an eater
I'm a well mannered kid by the way that I please her

call me mr.slim though
Are you gonna keep it sealed or are you gonna let him know?
I'm saved in her cell as her crazy ass kinfolk 
Henny on the rocks,

ruined it
“Mr. Mattic come and take em to school again”
Y’all scoring terrible
It be unbearable
You talk back guarantee I’ll embarrass you
You say it up

He said that I was impressive, and I should make this a grind.
& sold him, one of my tapes, a lil over a dime. 
Ain’t got no time to be laxin, i

out, rolls of pape I'm Mr. Clean,
Rosa Parks the way I'm stuck in this seat
Off this drink,
Girl giving good brain, give it till she cant think
She say

keep it empty
We ain't living like modus vivendi
Fuck it
225 to the paint
I whip that bitch like a tank
Mr. Miyage my drank
Sip to the bank
He wanna

or acrylic
No I ain't doing a bid but it's me who she visit
That's Kali M mr get the job done till she finish
Blinga bling bling you know the kid be shining

Crest Creepers

Mac Dre

Stupid Doo Doo Dumb

1998

Some don't understand, niggas I hog about my scrillions
Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building
Built in the game, foundated since '74
Its

ain't never win shit
Imagine I didn't have to go visit my nigga
Wasn't in no fuckin' prison, hold on
Imagine I never met Lil Monte
The car lowkey

Fight back if they try to define your worth
(I fight 'em back)
Commit the felonies, I'm my worst enemy
(Fight 'em back, bitch)

Uh, yeah, it's Mrs smoke-A

green
Meek Mill how I make em dream
Ball on em like I'm Mr. Clean
Piccolo I stay with a beam
Run down on you and your team
John Cena cuz I'm never seen

my dreamLike a spot of tea, convo between
 Christ Jesus cnd Mr Eeeelon Musk 
Embodied by the Spirit it's a must
Load the spaceship, grab the throttle

My bitch wanna leave me, said I ain't shit she need to move on from the past, she know
I am not one of them niggas I'm Mr., I fell in love with a bag

on the sheets
For them tough ass stains, only using mr clean
And thats my normal way
When i met $krt it was stormy days
I used to be a fan, now he's my fucking

you for half your earnings
If you want it you can have it
Lil mama just know you working
I done made a million rapping
I done made a million trapping

mind
How you moving got me like "oh my"
Throw it back, make it clap on a dime
Girl that ass fat, you bad by design

I fuck that bitch in designer oh
Mrs

don't mean nothing to me
Bitch, you know my life it be sweet
The shit that I do
You can't do in your dreams
Get that money by any fucking means
Young

Brodie got signed, he bought him a wallet
Fuck Molly, that nigga a cop
Hop out, I'mma clip 'till he dropped
They know my name, Mr shot after Shot

Call up

Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two
A threesome, a just set my mood
Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice

by thy name
Is it all jus karma
Gotta thank you
For the life that I love
And I love my barber
I need me a Jasmine
I got me a genie
So I guess that im

around town
Thinkin' you can wash me onna beat you a clown
I can tell that lil' bitch a freak by the way she smile
CGB the gang nah nigga you can't fuck

I can see em' over there
I put Hermes that's on her bag and my chair
Draped my bitch in Marni now I call her my lil mini me
I was tryna turn