Lyrics:
bladder
You mumble like goo-goo-goo ga-ga
You are baby, you need a pamper
You kill rap motherfucker, you cancer
I kill you motherfucker, put hands up
Hands
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one, Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could 40-Glock you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with
I'm Mr. Ro
Smooth, just like the silk
Soft and cuddly hug me up like a quilt
I'm a lyrical lover
No take me for no filth
With my sexual physique, jah
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
to drive
Right hand I'm gripping her thigh
Why don't we take this inside
I'm slick with the pipe
This shit ain't just for the night
You gotta stay by my side
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
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
Hey Lil momma
How much would you through me for some good dck
Out there with them fancy muhfuckas
Know you hood sick
You Mrs. Block
I'm Mr. Block
You
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
the deli counter line I take a number and wait
(He always pays his taxes)
Call me Mr. Responsible
(He always washes his hands)
Call me Mr. Clean
(He always
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
I pull up with all the bowls
I pull up with all the hoes
I pull up
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
just dey look am like ball
I tell am mek e
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up (Mr Man) shut up (Mr Man) shut up (Mr Man)
Shut up, shut up (Yarn
Call me Mr. Deuce 5th, Mr. Do this, Mr. Do that, nigga I can do this
Call me Mr. Deuce 5th, Mr. Do this, Mr. Do that
I can do this
Nigga blickz Up
u wanna do hit it one time then
Im switchen up the rules pull up in a few
Party with the crew
Choppen up nine xans
Now im f on ur boo
PEECH and lil
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
And you're givin'
when you was their
I started growing up
And you ain't go anywhere
Mr soul man
Yea, Mr soul man
He knows everybody
An he can work with
His hands
Mr
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
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