Lyrics:
Rap, like I got something to prove
I fuck that 'lil bitch when I'm up in the mood
Big drip I just come out a pool
I put that shit on take a look
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
Huh, uh, huh!?
Just when they thought it was safe
I picked up the phone and called it a day
I bought a new car, caught a new case, fuck it
Kermit
She don't care bout them hunnids she
Pull 'em out the purses
Lil bitch I'm the dab king I
Fuck her like a virgin she say she got a 9-5
I know that
lil' brother died, I just caught chills
Fresh bomb, jit say he finna off his
I tried to tell 'em them niggas playing lost still
But fuck it, nigga
jewels and they dancin'
Skippin' school, won't get caught by Mr. Manny
Jumped in the streets and I start taking chances
Ride with big Glocks and these
my bruddas by
The skin and they color the world need to change
I been feeling your pain them with people their wicked ways
Trust me been praying for
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice
Intro: [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]
Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown
call me mr.key
I really be rappin
I don't be cappin
Them niggas is soft
Them niggas is has been
Talking bout packs
Them niggas ain't flipping
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr
aye
I just say next caller, next caller
I don't really want her
I need me a thick 'lil bitch
I need me a Mrs Parker
Baby let's get into it, i ain't much
me paddling
I got da four five it leave you Scattering
Fuck da opps them niggas
Chattering
I like to bend thru then get to
Battling
4 pound twerk start
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
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
'm filling up the bleachers now with this lil' crowd
Homie what goes up must come down
I'll probably go up but I ain't coming back down
I told them that
your hood and let lil' bucket, it be scrapin' metal
Pull the mask down, I do the deed he, goes Danny Phantom
Mr. Filch in them darkwoods, yeah, I got my
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, I can't trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that's why she keep ignorin' me
You tyin'
Pass it off wit the ice
Don't believe all the hype (2017 shit)
Better run the red light
Nigga get hit by Lil' Freaky
We get them sticks from Lil
bust a nigga head if you fuck with his bitch
Lil one got the court hot
Lil one got the dough bar in front of your mama house up in your block
Lil one got
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