Lyrics:
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
pockets full like I'm lil baby and they ain't talkin bout Gunna gunna when they say that Yung nigga a Gunna it's cnote but u can address me as mr 100 all
like it's Christmas
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
Can you be my mrs.
I just wanna feel all your strawberry kisses
Gon' and fuck you off
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
it
This lil bitty bitch at the spot eatin' semen
Remember them nights I was up I was weepin'
Now I'm steady countin' it up fuck the precinct
Not even
the pape it's on the floor
Keep pouring them baby ass lines lil Nigga pour a 4
And I get cash don't pay taxes high fashion put it on
Put it on bitch
Look aye
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
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
department was gone contact the real Mr. Z
I know y'all ain't got cheese to eat
Just try applyin' for some food stamps
Them boys cry wolf a lil too much now I
it
I run to that money I gotta go get it
I run up them digits I go get them fifty's
I remember days n***** didn't have a penny
Now I go fuck up a bag
outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (dumb as fuck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah)
I told my PO
crystals
Fuck them rhinestones, yeah, they make a difference
Fat ass nice tits, petite lil chick
One look my way you thinking bout replacing your bitch with
poles, I got me some energy today
I'm finna fuck yo hoe, they gon' call me Mr. Stick
I send blitz and I get them gone
Got some shit up on my white tee
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
on me she all on my line lil bitch wanna fuck on me
I'm the man I'm the man yeah bitch know I'm the man yeah ballins nuttin new to me baby been had them
oowop
She fuck me good, get a new Benz
She keep it tricking a new shop
Went to Miami on Monday
By Tuesday I heard that them dudes shot
I do not know about
I wish that we could go back to the old days
Straight but for them Benjis, she go both ways
Ain't no 50-50, need the whole thing
If you fuck with me,
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
if the nigga was your friend, fuck that
Kill 'em, dawg (fuck that, kill 'em, dawg)
They switch up, I showed them this
I done have to get 'em this,
private, mmm
She make it clap, I got the strap
21 gats, feel like I'm Savage
21 bitches and none of them average
I'm gon' fuck me tonight me a bad bitch
I
like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
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