Lyrics:
window
Don't walk up to my window
Big 4 5 ain't for show
I'll let it blow
You standing at the store and your trap slow
I don't want the shit lil bro that's
sushi that's coochie ramen
Bloodsport let's get groovy on it
I'm a street fighter, I Yoakam on em
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
She's Scratchin and pullin all
break up out the spot like
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They call me Mr. Carter I fly over water
In my own charter, baby I can turn you on like a phone
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
Mr. Dayton.
Verse 3:
1 nigga, 2 killas, 3 daytons, 4.
It's murder after dark, when them G's ride low.
Reflections of death, triple gold punk bit
like La Flame in this bitch
Yeah
Might grow out my braids in this bitch
Yeah
Watch how I rage in this bitch
Break out the cage lil bitch
Lets Go
Lets Go
let's go, hood up, let's go
c'mon, let's ride, then I drop the top
You know Ching-a-ling gon' make it hot
Let's ride, girl, I got it locked
Shut the club
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In the streets I'm outside you could find me in the trenches (okay)
Let me cum in her mouth make
the one that gives me butterflies
Let me call you my Mona Lisa (Yeah)
I will always be by your side
Drop the top of the coup baby now let's ride, ride, ride
Loyalty is what i need by my side
If you need? Im slide!
Fwm Ride or Die!
I keep the 40 on me by my side
If its beef? Ima slide
Fwm Homicide!
Loyalty is
to shame
And I've seen enough to know
That I've seen too much
So Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too
get with me
If you got kids muthafucker
If my enemies love they kids
I’ma let my lil' homeboys ride
On you busta muthafuckers
'Cause y’all don't feel me
GANG
When we let'em bang lil nigga
Betta be careful lil nigga
All of my shootas are killas
No, they don't miss lil nigga
Betta be careful lil nigga
All
Right Now
I’m Mr Right Now. I’m Sir Right Now
I apologize for the wait, I was with someone’s daughter
I know that’s a lil crude. But I can’t be called
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
how he do that?
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants (haan)
I took a risk to get this on my
a lil older
I teach ha how to drive, she show me how she ride, lil shawty she live
If ai catch ha at the mall, then she spending it all I want it she buy
a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his
the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in
on bruh
L'S810: Oh forreal we Gucci, we Gucci
Blaze: Yessahhh I got lil buddy on tha inside gone let us in thru tha back. I got anutha lil homie mane
won’t U ride, (so won’t U ride)
Come and ride with me
VERSE 2
I can tell by the way that you’re looking at me (looking at me)
U wanna tear me down like
Mr Garfield been shot down shot down shot down Mr Garfield been shot down low
Me and my brother was down close to the depot when I heard the report
the Lauryn Hill, let's start this lovin'
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
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