Lyrics:
her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some- who didn't want him
I know you
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
for me
(Please, please, Mr. Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
never ducking the geese
Clutching the peace
Mr.X told us by any means
So the tech get you wetter than dreams
Throwing hexes, I want you to bleed
Know
die, but I know some in the grave
Secure the bag by any means, stay the fuck out the way
Ayy, we don't bleed the same, uh, we ain't the same
We don't
and some swisher
Give me a smooch, then pass that swisher
New lil' boyo round the block, he stay blazin'
Out the park hitta, Mr. Quick Buck
Big truck, I
So you know I understand Mr. Choko Noko
But just to explain anything
You know that's all it is
I wasn't involved in this
By any means
Mr. Choko Noko
get my, my money
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac
With some of that jack, off nut colored
my loved ones
I'm sorry my deepest condolences Lakrisha
RIP Eric and Big Wheaty some good people
Mr Alvin Mr Larry Ms Mary wit dem cold cups
Pass by Ms
Mr. Johnny Cage, running down the rain
Trynna chase down some girls
He is a dreamy boy
Always making noise
Too sure of himself
But a fool sometimes
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
Yo, it's time to drop some truth bombs on Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly
Rhymes so weak, it's like wrapping up jelly
Lil Tristy, you're a blip on the radar
small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
a lil dope
Man that's all I really need
We gon roll a lil weed
We gon smoke a lil dope
Until my eyes Bleed
We gon roll a lil weed
We gon roll a lil dope
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
to go through
CDC is who you're already caught up with
Bitch, it's my birthday, I just turned fifteen
I'm a real nigga and I got some big dreams
You
to the grave
I said nigga fwm
Me my nigga
You aint fucking with me you asleep lil nigga
I got whodis in the trenches make you bleed lil niggas
I mean really
believe in
It's a eye for eye I need mines till I feel even
Mr pull her tracks out
Sent a cash app get her new weave in
Bop bop bleed em hoe bitches I
[Lil' Kim]
.. My Aunt Dot
left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece,
Intentions on a million no slippin my pistols on me
I got it if you want it we hand it out by the oz
Still fuck the other side I kno them bitches some police
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