Lyrics:
chips, you don’t gotta cash out
And baby, I don’t gotta flex, I’m still the best out
Yea, I’m on 580 with a bad one
I’m a Leo baby, she a Cancer
Damn Lil
Where Mr hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms
Where Mr hector bakes cakes
Yo, started with one
I walk in the game
I'm spendin' 100 on my teeth
I told my big bro let it rain
Told 'em to turn up the flame
My lil b turn up the beast
Imma still
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel
dirty lil game from when he was involved (yea)
You think it's a joke? wait for the swindler to catch you he leaving you broke
But pick your poison, run
Dribbles whispers nervously "I might have a solution"
He shoots he scores
The Beautiful Game forever
Dribbles tells Mr Snoodle free kicks are his thing
me
Still with me, pain plus work
Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
sipping on the crown
Told lil baby buckle up, but she didn't buckle down
Playing all them games, girl you thought I was a clown
Girl you thought is was
me
Still with me, pain plus work
Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
then send your moma some flowers
I get paid by the pound, not paid by the hour
I got star power
I got star power
New Ferrari came with 600 horse
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
this
Shit cuz this a game
Hittin' all these lick like Mr
Wick cuz I got aim
Oh no lil bitch gotta stop playin'
Check my neck it's icy you
Know I'm not
culture's not a hoe but he might turn into one after you pull out a game of monopoly
Lil culture's an extraterrestrial vegetable
His force is truly
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
Roll me a blunt up
From sundown to sun up
I'm countin these hunnas
I'm feelin like gunna
Cuz I keep a lil baby
Can't let these hoe try play me
Can't
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
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