Lyrics:
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
playin' with these niggas, my bullets gon' kiss him
I get up with dude, he gon' have get his issue
Walk down on lil bro in some of the Balenciagas
He say
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
bitch like me and I don't know her
all up on me at the show I'm tryin' to control her
you hatin' from afar she tryin' to get closer
sittin' with me
a few down my way.
Mr. Rockefeller, I get my magazines,
I see you on the TV too, yeah.
Mr. Rockefeller, they tell me, they tell me all about it,
But
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
. Chewbacca couldn't get any at home
But the hens would fly up whenever they heard him gobble
And when you gobble at Mr. Chewbacca he gobbles back
So Mr. Farmer
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
and Lil Ke, we be working the mouth piece
When I throw this focus from up north they down to south east
Mo City and Hershewood we hooked up to get paid
me Mr. WeatherMan!
Mr.WeatherMan I heard you keep that Pole
Mr.WeatherMan I heard you wetting All these hoes
Call me Mr.WeatherMan
Call me
stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you
Hey Mr
Excuse me Mr.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
what?, Look I ain't have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
So get the bass out ya tone
I’m prolly spooning with yo bitch
Whenever you ain’t at home
Look don’t be blowing up my niggas
Bout your bitch in my phone
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
Oh Backstreet, get set
One time, here we go
Oh oh oh oh
Get set, get set
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
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