Lyrics:
No sir, Mr. Officer, sir
I'm shruggin my shoulders cause I couldn't tell you who done it
I know?
You seem pretty sure about that
Sir, all I know is I
marvelous
Earn my stripes like corduroys, corduroys, corduroys, boy
I shake checks with joy, I stack cake with joy
Angel on neck by python, cobra
Tat
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
in work
Punch in more lines than a time card
Act foul things cock boy
Can't stop that clock boy
Did he tell his man take shots
Don't get that sir
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
it country dumb
A Southern boy, all I do is bake cake
And guess where ya bitch
Comin' after spring break
Blessed with the gift so I gotta bring faith
shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix with the glitz
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
[Scarface]
Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday
Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake
that's still a lot
Operating out faith nigga not fear yung'n not Folding
Besides the hate nigga still straight getting the cake All by my lonely
Yea
Real
times for da young drilla boy
Five times for the Sigmund Freud
Six times for the double income
Seven times six for the man that run
Runaway or run a mac
A whole damn lot
A little after that
Came came TIN Stak
Brought in
Sir William and Ace
But that time of my life
Brought a whole lot of rain
Got it in with
another way
Gotta run it up
Don't know why they hate
Time to celebrate
I been getting cake
Gotta run it up
I don't need a bank
Need a house by the lake
and mix it with the liquor yo
Niggas know to get cake I need these streets
So I'ma stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday
[Chorus]
an endorsement
I'm tryna go to the 'lot, buy his and hers new Porsche's
Marry her for one year then I'm gonna get divorced quick
No Aston Martin I come through in
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
wearing a wire
Play with paper You'll expire
Don't go by Sir bitch call me Sire
Javon the the CEO I'm the Empire
GVM Billionaire taking us higher
Now we're
you it's not the same, for you I'm a ride.
I want you by my side.
I feel like them ghetto boys, you're playing with my mind.
I'm a tell you one more
riding the water I'm riding my wave
Got good chemistry damn she like bae
Not only that but she packing some cake
I keep all that hate shit outta my way
I'm
in tha Knight like I'm sir Lancelot
Almost lost it all, by a landslide
Down lil chick, foreva gon ride
By any means getting it Bonnie Clyde
My enemies
and woman will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Cause they were two
Yeah I got the cake 'cause I got a day job
Imma let my lemonade talk
When I'm sittin' at my desk man I really hate y'all
Fuel for my other day job
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
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