Lyrics:
did my wrongs but I could be your Mr. Right (right)
It ain’t the end of the world or the end of ya life
I just wanna see you smile by the end
thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome?
Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga, I
at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude
Seven
Ima shoot 'em like my teacher Mr. double 0 Seven
Lil' shawty losing all her manners
Did it for a Balenciaga
After fucking shawty wanna cuddle
I
Just fucked a cougar bitch when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing
died on a mission that lil nigga stayed in gun smoke
Get the drop and spin step on buddy and his twin
Been hittin licks since I was 10 now I’m sliding
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
and tok, make it clap, bravo (yeah)
She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak til the morn'
With the late-night lovin' got me tryna call on ya (late)
Fuck your
girl, well this is Mr. Fuck yo bitch
I'm a product of Weezy F Baby
I'm a product of Air Force one Nell
I'm a product of Drizzy who raised me
And Jermaine
know too
You really a clown mrs.boodafool
You was his girl i aint have a clue
He was yo nigga acting big single
Text yo nigga, yall can leave me out
It
probably fucked up 40 bands
Get'em flipped I really can, bitch I'm the shit hoe, fuck your man
In Dior they call me Mr. Baby, they know who I am
BB belt
to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin
Chorus [x2]
[mr. pookie]
Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my
off the tongue
Yah cute playboy, when I stunt
One by one you standin in line
And one by one and I'm checkin out your rump
And oh yes Mr.Capon double
Be Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga
[Chorus: x2]
I smoke
dick through the carpet and tickled me more
Pocket full of cum and I might throw it on a heater
Cum burns in my lungs, lil' baby take a breather, ayy
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)
(Hmm hmm hmm hmm)
Aye it's tilly, yo
This one for all these ni**as I know that's gone come back around once a ni**a blow
Fuck
Insta'
You'll know where my show at
Get fucked by the throwback
Look at my old ho's, now I throw that
She too good for a burr back (too good)
Lil' bitch
sleep, can't keep poised (uh)
Uh, hold up
Real short, real stout, no tea cup (woo)
I ain't even gon' fuck, no pre-nup (nah)
Seed planter, Mr. Peanut
what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
'm dropping and I'm splashing but my ice Froze I ain't cappn Bitch
Why you creeping on the low lil Bitch
Trynna fuck the gang better slow Down by
Grown nigga,
that lobster over here by that stake
If you lookin' for some hens
I got ten on the way
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
I'm an industry virgin
still curve the block and bang
I'm still that real nigga on the lane
I'm still that real nigga on the lane
Lil' nigga wit' a Mac-10
And Wassi all in my
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