Lyrics:
Lil woody nigga
Official like the whistle
Got all my shit together
I'm straight it ain't no issue
My pockets on what the fuck
My whip yell catch up
My
calling them exes
Because they're more like why's
I'm single now
I guess I was too young to impress
Or too proud to digest
Either way I digress
Don't be
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
To all y'all mother fuckers that be like complaining and shit talkin 'bout
Why I ain't got this, why I ain't got that
Why they they got that car, why
Lucc! What's up nigga?
I'd like to welcome the Western Union
Onto this "Blue Carpet Treatment"
Some player partners of mine
And we gon' show y
(Y'all must thought it was a game or some)
(Lil Chris Productionz)
(Aw yeah, I'm fucking with her, fasho)
(Bad lil junt)
Chasing a check when it’s
ride, well bitch, tell me why
You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr nice Guy?
But I ain't
I'm the one they call Cell Block (Yeah)
Carry two cold 45's
A fresh pair of jeans, a nice clean shirt
I'm on my island in the sun shout out to Weezer
Who can you count on these days in 2017
Lil' nigga, big city,
candy
I do it 'cause I've long since
Abandoned by plan B
I do it 'cause my English teacher
Said I was dope
And if you hear this Mr sullivan
I thank you
me when I think about my past
And when I think about it still fall back and laugh
Like how the fuck can I kickback
Why
Why they ain't cut me no slack
[Rhymefest]
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah... you know what?
It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago, Southside
Running out of patience
Girl, I'm running out of love
Running out of patience
Man, I'm running out of love
I ain't really had no love
Lil' baby I
'all bitches
Straight tame not one of y'all vicious
Lil small town wannabe listen
Y'ain't seen nothing bitch come and see this shit
You are not built for these
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
It's the time to tell you how I got into this
Fairly shy, don't know why, how could I miss
There were nights when I cried on my bed sheet
Telling
million reasons why you my number one
I was dressed to impress
I had on 200 dollar cologne
She don't know when I'll be home
But she knows how long I
on the wall
Who's the dopest of em' all?
I make these rappers scream and crawl
It's MR. MeetMeInTheStall
I'm still the first to plot a stain
Y'all still
no trippin)[00:14.93]I can't sit by imma get to these riches ( imma get to these riches)[00:16.45]Shawty look so fine yea that booty I'm grippin (dat
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
(let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
been hard why you'll acting new
I step on ur ass like a new pair of shoes
You know I'm a mystery like Scooby Doo
I don't come by myself bitch I'll bring
I drip like I'm sponsored by Fiji
Pop out off white like Jeezy
Bitches be flirtin' whenever they see me
Same hoes, they used to delete me
Now you
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