Lyrics:
Up in the club and tha swag is A1
I see no haters designer shades on
Fuck a sunkist you know my bread long
Down for my blood whether he right
I don’t really fit the mold
I just go I just go and I came to dough
[MR.MICKEY]
Sittin like a boss,
Man I'm feelin lit, faded by the cross flossin
Fucking tired of little bitches
Crying cuz i hurt they feelings
Giving gen z a fucking name
These lil bitches ain't bout the gang
Pussies playing
Sweetie i been up in tha booth yea I'm spittin w some passion,say she want the dick well lil baby you can't have shit focused on this money think
And I ain't never worked a triple beam
But I gotta get this
Cream that's by any means
Milli'on milli’on
Shareff even my nigga Dean
We straight hit tha
This is death at cha door bell
Ya bitch I'm going there
What's poppin?
Shots'll renden ya Bach like orivelle
Sting with tha ray it's not a corvette
soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and axes
[Mr. Lil One]
Fool
Like to play tha songs with alotta slap in em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross
up in tha shower
Let's get naked start undressing
I just need a half of hour
Phone sexin you caressing
Play wit it moan a lil louder
Pussy wet makin
We could chase a couple mill's okay something like Tha Thrill
Mr. clean with the film bout a hunnid different skills
See peace in my dreams wonder why
simultaneous
I'm high as shit coolan with mf aliens
Off tha Perc don't even know what you sayin bitch
Don't give a fuck grab the Drac and i'm spraying shit (KIDS
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
get out of here
I represent the southeast, of southeast
Millennium motherfucker and kay-doo were ya at
(one time) bring tha rockas
Cause
truth'
[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]
So what I'm goin try to do is
Go a little faster
Then I'm a go a lil slow
Switch upt he style a lil bit,
karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we
Twisting up I'm in my vibe now
Mr. Clean when I slide now
She wiping me down like Mrs. Miyagi now
I noma her body
She done with versace
IG feed
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
on bomb-zee and wreckin MC's
Makin shit happen like Lil' Cease
I come from a land of fonto leaf, bark from trees
That stick in your hand, and lakes rollin
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
Off top, man I got this on lock
Fuck ya mama, fuck the cops
Bitch I'm coming nonstop hoe!
I'll hit you wit tha chop, knock you straight up out ya
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
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