Lyrics:
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
like a sailor
Did our boy do, somethin' rash?
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peacham, Miss Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, dear
Now
here quiet opera spot i'm mr infinite i'll never stop
Got a hunnid racks stuffed in my pocket rite na
If she aint tryna fuck ima turn the bitch down
Got
Stopped by with a message for you
She say Tim and Berry in the pasture
And they want to know if you in the mood to play brown girl in the ring
Little girl
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
the perimeter
All my boos with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
take it right back
Got your Mrs dribbling, I’m dressing up in all black
I mean all grey, that’s what I meant to say
Don’t own glasses, but I know about
up high
He said
Son, you don't have to be scared
"Cause I'm right by your side, I'm
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
right eat right
In the building make sure the babies eat right
Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm
Make me catch a flashback
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
on the kidd right now
Give it up right now
I'm up by the pound
When it come to a pen
I'ma push mine down
I can tell from ya eyes that you want my brown
(I can
waiters
Mr brown was gunned down but
He savored the flavor
Mr blue was a con so his humor was minimal
Mr orange was the sort who
Never consorted with
tip waiters
Mr brown was gunned down but
He savored the flavor
Mr blue was a con so his humor was minimal
Mr orange was the sort who
Never consorted
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
Council meetin' on the day the story come to pass
Someone said Mrs Brown we think your little girl is livin' way too fast
She's been datin' older boys
the meaning is right
Influenced by the hoods, suffer pressure tonight
That's why I feel I can talk about the shit in my life
Who is he if he has fifty grand
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
Church boy!
Oh, superstar
Never drove around in a fancy car
Kids looked at me funny
Momma she had no money
But she always told me "Baby, know
to bed
He took a book
That he never read
By five o'clock Mr Brown was dead
The Doctor came and with hardly a look
He drew the sheet and closed the book
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