Lyrics:
mr. child owners honored to have a rappers smile
Yiffey yup know a bitch that'll stick a nigga up
I don't fuck with her seen ya'll in the club huggin
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
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
you a worker
You never seen work (Lil' pussy ass nigga)
Smokers in the back, start trap
They bought the Beamer
Load the Heron, Leon, Dion
I switch
we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it.
Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you
Call me Mr. did it already
That designer they be rocking
I been in it already
That lil’ nat these niggas cuffing
I dun hit her already
Know they
and he said
"That was a report of a pistol"
And I thought I was gonna faint when he said it
"Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
Get it with my flow
You dude be writing y'all don't go
Harder than me off the dome
Tell em about your life
Tell em how you came up
I came up in zone
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
But you know
ain’t seen shit yet
Maybe
You need to
Get that fact checked
I'm writing this for me and no one else
Cuz most the time i preach
Y'all just would bully me
You betta be careful lil nigga
Cause all my hittas are shootas
So how do you want it lil nigga
Betta be careful lil nigga
We all scream GANG GANG
, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner
, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner
Cated to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science!
(to harry & rhonda)
Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I be'lieves it's 'bout time fo yo pathetical
that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Ok, now imma make the money stack
if i lose it, get it back
Ridin with some killers say my name and they gon get you
the things I seen (We seen too much)
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
and a Ferari
(Lil Wayne)
Yea, But I like that Bentely
(Baby)
All that's cool shorty, You can get this if you with me
Let me run it down to ya bout this
am a starter
I'm the first one to the lean lil baby
Feel like Mr. Carter ugh
Girl you know I hate it when you pass by
I'm tryna run up with my gang
(yeah)
Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah)
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself, no masturbate
Come baby, come by
You have seen it one moment
And then it is gone
You'll find it next week lying
Out on the lawn!
And we all say
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever
A cat
iller than me (no one)
No one is iller than me (no one)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Discuss these i seen it all by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In