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Tonedeff

Archetype [CD & DVD]

2005

still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I

Walk to the club don't introduce me 
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Don't talk to me goofy 
I'm so lit (Yeah) 
Call me Mr. Groovy 
Being lit 
I'm living life like

how
I pull up on they ass
We can't fuck with you 'cause you
Ain't ever in your bag
I'm Mr "Go Right On Tour, ayy
And Fuck a Bunch of Sluts"
You Mr "Ayy,

verses always crypted I don't ever over look it
I'm by the money if you looking couple thousands for the booking
You niggas fumble the bag I seen a chance

holding me down
Made a lil' something from nothing
Built it up straight out the ground
I got so many blessings washing over me
I got so many blessings

department was gone contact the real Mr. Z
I know y'all ain't got cheese to eat
Just try applyin' for some food stamps
Them boys cry wolf a lil too much now I

a lil cozy
Bali smell fresh I'm abouta get toasty
Clean beam with a ruler in glizzys yeah that is a nice heat
Who chasin' a runner this beam gun him down

beating
Y'all lil boys made me change my demeanor
Too much drip on the ground, I can't see you
Stepping out and get flocked by the media
Jordan's on, don't

on the rack
Thinking they Kobe, and yet their whole demeanor is Shaq
I’m wan kenobi kicking Mr. Miyagi on wax (yo what the)
Gotta get off my ass cause I

Sacrifices

Big Sean

I Decided.

2017

a hundon
Ooh yeah Gucci python ooh yeah
She play with her tongue
Yeah, I bought that bitch a new charm
Lil nigga pop when I told him come see about me

fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn)
Rest in peace to Black Rob, this

Took a lil ride just to spend a lil time
Nah I'm not a rapper but I rhyme to ease my mind
Do I wanna be what they say I wanna be
Sittin' at the top

Bitch, I'm hanging out the Escalade, I'm hoping that I hit it
She wanna fuck with me, lil' nigga, cause she knowing that I'm winning
Ain't no ducking me,

Secrets no matter whatever
Girl you know what I mean (yeah)

Well if you don't then I'll explain
You can be my Mrs wayne
We can do the damn thing
You see I

can call me Mr Make something out of nothing
Whip my ride right down i35
Lil mama right by my side
The glocky is right by my side
And my brothers ready

ya arteries,
These lil niggas don't want war with me, want no war with me
I'm a real street nigga, you can tell by how I talk
You can tell from my

to see me take a loss
And I know she don't really really fuck with me
She seen a lil' cash, now she's claimin' that she stuck with me
I be in the cut

a difference
Pimp in my system like God gave me lemons
I'm juiced up and don't do no lifting
She bring a friend for the 3-3 like Pippen
Lil mama you got my

Surf Swag

Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

2010

pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store

up me and dollars side by side
Keep it real ain't greek to me all my shit slimy slime
Mr mystery mystery mystical I'm flammable dynamite
Yeah yeah

hoes
Catch me on Milwaukee at Lil Woodys wit 2 bestfriends
By end of the night I'm fucking bestfriends
I know her mans prolly mad he be hating on me

Yea bye
Mr b O B, you already know man
Lowkey, none of these ops don’t know me
I just gotta get it on the? 24K, no Kobe
24 hours you owe me, ya
Can’t

aye 

We turnin up lil nigga we just buss shit
Feelin like I'm harden you can tell by how I clutch shit 
Glock 22 Lil nigga have to buss shit
Lil brody

Marcy, so please don't taunt me
I spent some summer times in Canarsie
Me and Quan gettin' stopped and frisked by Hutch and Starsky
They was lookin' for