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yeah, uh-huh, why the fuck you mad
Call me some cheetos, yeah, cause I'm really in my bag
I'm loyal to the money, but damn, she so fuckin' bad
Call me Mr

still be watchin' if you didn't care
Used to be a lover girl, then I turned to a player
All these racks I'm havin' call me Mrs.Billionaire

Throw them

the stash
Father Nature with that Grass
Double down on yo next bag
Got that shit that you ain't had
Skrrrr Skrrrrr

Pull up like Mr. Incredible
I'm bout

cool, she so smooth
Kylie Jenner makeup with Marc Jacobs shoes
Brick by brick hoodie with a lil' Jimmy Choo

550 horsepower scat when we move
It's just

like a big crib
I love it when you look me bad way
Then you call my demons right way
I don't even care how you see me
I been by myself sinds broke days

bluffin'
Tut tut, Mr. Philander
Hut hut, I'm the commander
Duck duck, it's a disaster
Someone dropped a pipe bomb, better call Cabana
Down a shot of Henny,

wet the sheets
She obey the law I'm Mr. Deputy
Smile gleams as the sun beams
AC blast hot enough for sun screen
K. Dot in my subs car bumping
One hand

to nobody I just be sipping this lean
I'm slime by mine I swear full down I only see green
Caution tape on the scene
Bald heads and my strap Mr. Clean
Bullets

sentence than the white hand
Cuffs on a black man wrist a lil' tighter
Why the Bloods and the Crips get treated like Al Qaeda
That's why I'm smoking on that

on the Forbes list
Mostest what the bros is
Pushing all these horses

Guess I'll do it by myself
But it's cool tho
Cool tho
Boy dog like Kujo

Hey
It's me Mr

I don't really know you
But I still don't bang with you  ((yup
My sissy was your wifey
(Yeah she told me quite a few) 

((a lil something 
She would

that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass

You get more for your money
When you fuck with Mr. Porter

Yeah
Tweak my vocals just a lil bit
Yeah
Turn me up sound man just a lil bit

Good

mahself

And I'm a movement by mahself
But togetha we a force

Niggas lives gon' get lost
You fuckin' wit a G

I'm a mafuckin' rider

I'm Mr shoot-You-Up

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

I work for Mickey D's!
Told your girl what she wanted to hear, (Say it!) now she believe! (Ha!)
Took lil' mama home and swiss beat it up - Alicia

grows passed the tree root made of concrete
But it grow so big he inspires lil me
I could grow like wheat I could leave the streets
And be anything you

Bitch I'm a rhymer
All in yo lady vagina
She sit on the dick so I had to recline her
I might fuck on her sister cause she a lil finer
Killin shit

dumb like we throwing the bay up 
These pills I been popping cause I gotta stay up
My Granny said pray up 
I grind by my lonely 
Rest easy knockerz we

to Texas, straight diamonds skip the gold
Great timing don't miss the goal
You talking to Mista chose
Shawty you gone ride? Stick by my side
You gone be Mrs

grip my pillow im fading
He a lil freak all about that degrading
Bootyhole tight after him, my shit gaping
Grabbin his ass hair I might as well braid it

after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I

a brain of Mrs. Obama
One semester left from being the first earning yo diploma
Came too far to throw it away by trying to model for FashionNova
Not trying

don't blend with 'em
Gotta keep a burner on me like I'm Mr. Smithers
I'm feeling like none of you niggas come as advertised
Bunch of killers with no

her ass back home on the same night

Same day same flight gave her pipe
Sent babygirl to her broke ass nigga the same night
I'm talking mrs new booty