Lyrics:
it's way better than your lil' coupe, yeah
Sayin' that your food is better, you look like a fool
Bitch, I got the formula, who doesn't? Oh, that's right,
, baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
games, but don't fuck with my crew
Ayy, don't fuck with my crew
Jbands!
And I get money by my lonely, I know she know me
I been taking percs, sippin' lean,
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
Sah be " On the real
My name is Mr Funkyman and no there anit no other
Ask your mother
Chorus x4
{Sah b}
Once again I be the microphone damager
Fuck
working, verses made by choice
I'm choosin' you, my younger bus rider
Tough and dying from the heat, leaking on the street
I know you're dirty on Kirby, but
Mr Hellcat nigga
Idol (skrt)
I ain’t never been worried bout nun but my bitch getting pregnant or a snitch
But ima hit her so slow when I fuck her
trouble
Through a war, price bubble
Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle
I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do
My Mrs Smith'll have you
I'm a hot dog hood nigga
But I live my life like I'm a rock star
Shot bar, fuck no
Take me where the bottles at
Mr rose baby, get a lot of that
Copy
where my crew go
Iced out Jesus face and Parasucco
Bread sick I need your Pluto
Black Menudo, in the candy black two-door
Bmw Sport, check the Ra
have seen (I will)
I'll do this for my fucking team
From the N.A.P nigga you know it's on (You know it's on)
Trapping fresh to def Mr. Put it on (Ice put
"Oh, well I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
My manner is vague and aloof
You would think there was nobody shyer
"Oh, well I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
My manner is vague and aloof
You would think there was nobody shyer
im talking lil bitch
You gon be a lil fan or you lickin my clit
I cant tell if you hanging or stalking my pics
Is you crushing on me are you being my
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
bitch, bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin' on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
stack high gotta stack my greens
Who told you to play with me no Mr. bean
Ion no chores no Mr. clean
Moving like John Cena I can't be seen
Bitch in
been waitin' too long (I've been waitin') (Loud Luxury)
Hell nah, I want that crew love (Mr. Worldwide)
Body on my, losin' all my innocence, yeah
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