Lyrics:
fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by Elvis
Let's bet it on all red
And let's do it all over again
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
(Lil Wayne talking)
Fuck, Man I been on this block all day
Hot ??? my shirt, Hot
Boy that look like Baby
That ain't Baby
That is that nigga
’ bitch from that nigga
That nigga was claimin’ that I was tryna’ be cunnin’
Mane it’s fuck them lil’ niggas who claim they be stuntin’
I just move
and ever
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree, I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me
[Chorus]
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh
at the bar and tryin' to be sober
no sir, so you come and kick it with my clique
ya nigga somewhere heated screamin' that's my bitch
I'm tatted up rich, them
lil nigga
When I’m on a mission I be by myself
Right hand in my gun play me to the left
Thought he was throwing gang signs but the nigga deaf
He ain’t
boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil boy
Man up wipe them tears lil boy
You don’t
and I'm xannin'
Lil Uzi gon' be just richer than them
That's word to my nigga Don Cannon
Talkin' that shit then I blam 'em
Wait, that nigga be runnin'
Lil Nick 'bout me I'm the one give him them heaters
How you know Nick?
That was my dawg, I used to hustle with his pops
Told you boss man, I'm from
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
another Cell
Shiet I set my mind at a the early age
I was gon' be paid or early graved
Whatta fuck I got-ta have, blocks to smash
Lots a cash, drop sum
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
money maker, fuck these hoez
I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose
And out your yay, I'll rape ya
But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya
Ain't that
they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi
Bitch, get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
Fuck your producer, I'm the one that
on low stock
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
some hoes in the backyard they barbequing them stakes
I sippin on that Alaze, I'm smoking on that better hay
Sittin by the pool with my ray bands
Aye, what you on four
Hah, hmm
Fuck they on? Lil Top
We put guns to the face, who gon' die today
See you got them youngin's pistol sparkin'
guess what that note said
When I hope still like me but I go both ways
And then I say Oh, then I say Okay
Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name
like u know me
Don't come to me talking shit if you own me
I do this shit by my dolly
Ya fuck niggas keep on thinking tht y'all Made
I used to ball
getting your head bust
Verbally rappers don't worry me I'm holding my own
Like a drug when I steal them leave them fuck high and stoned
That boy Z-Ro
a naughty girl, I pull up on lil' baby rocking Nautica
She begging me to put it on her face, I told her, "Not again" (not again)
I go wherever the fuck I
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
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