Lyrics:
Wolf?
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
6 o' clock, Dinner time
Alice had a better story, class 4 was the place to be
Lexia dyslexic, Jack was black, Eve was 6
[Eve] (Drag-on)
Ugh (Come on, uh)
Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo (uh, uh)
[Eve]
Let's talk
if you ever think of Mrs. Santa Claus
Sitting by herself on Christmas Eve
Maybe you could write a special Christmas card
To help poor Mrs. Santa
on Eve why you talking crazy and all stuck up
Why you stay trying to play me like yo ass is tough one
My own fucking money ain't good enough
You got
a frisbee
I see that She can't wait to buss it open like it's Christmas Eve
Don't have no manners bout to take something I ain't saying please
Internet thugs
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito,
protector (Huh)
Mr. Throw us in they prisons
Money is the pleasure (Stop)
Mr. Good with interviews
Well, tell me, where's the peace (Peace)
Mr. Where's
Christmas Eve
She had a red dress on
She decorated the whole house
And knew every Christmas song
She was cheeky, sassy, funny
Smiled like Mrs. Claus
By
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
through the evening but still
you think by now she would call it a night
but Santa's little Mrs. won't be back until the morning light
It's Christmas Eve
the fame, I don't want the money, nigga keep it
Niggas stuck up in they ways and they be hatin' for no reason
Who that is
Boy that's Mr. Stand-On-Business
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
over there, I'm everywhere they not
You never play me, nice try, balling in a nice spot
No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch
You don't want no
her net worth by million
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
I pull up in a new black benz
Black rims with a bad bitch
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
in a song and poetry
And even then y'all capitalize off of that
Y'all just want to make money, and make money
And just take us apart
Bit by bit
Brick
with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's
without explanation
Please don't patrionize me, Mr. Intentional
Oh, ohhh, ohh ohhh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure
The advice that we go,
What up what up what up, yea
Eve let's do it again Hahaha
Yea it's the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all
on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina and gangsta Eve
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money
worship fake gods
I deal
When the money callin
Never let it rang
Whatchu need I got it
Prolly sell it by the eighth
Mr.Workaholic
Always make the play
Mr
life
My work no get holiday
Day by day my work dey pay
Globally calling on me MS MR SOFT
Baba God na my provider
Thank you ALLAH my defender
Mr Soft no
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