Lyrics:
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
Buck 10 is
Who Mr. 10 off a laptop is
Don't get that shit wrong nigga
He only pull up when the cash out
When I pull up you know its straight bread
Uh Uh
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
Yo girlfriend trying to new me
I mean she trying to get to know me
She say that she will do all kinds of crazy shit to know me
Ok Lil Twist I
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
that pack I hit the block I want them commas
Don't hit my line if you ain't talking about no numbers
See we ain't the same lil nigga
I ain't for
as good?
Where I'd really like to go
In a year or so?
Don't you want to know?
Of course!
Do you really want to know?
Yes, yes, I do, I do
By
{ } = 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
(CC)
Know she gon' need me
I turn a hoe to a beast (beastie)
She a lil' beast (beast)
She a lil', she a lil' beast
She a lil' beast
She a lil', she
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
rolled up
you probably got a caddy player
but mine be smoked up
(Mr. G'stacka)
I'm slangin dem keys pickin up G's rolling through the gump
I know
. Adams, but Mr. Adams
I cannot write with any style or proper etiquette
I don't know a participle from a predicate
I am just a simple cobbler from
really flow it yes I really know it Its tha nigga Quelly Quel yes I got to go in
Every time I pick up on the flow lil nigga ya I know Quelly Quel that Im
I'm Mr. Reviewer
If I don't like it, then you need a tutor
You listen to me otherwise you're a loser
The artists you listen to, they are all snoozers
You have one unheard message
Hey, baby it's me
I need to see you tonight
I know, you know I'm a little drunk just by the way I sound
Plus I seen
the raw Double, to cop more hustle
Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law can shuffle
To my door they know when I get
murder game
Shout out my brother man
Ight you fly I see you on your plane
Im fuckin Lois lane
Bitch it's rebel gang
I throw up my gang
Don't even know
and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
(Guess ya don't know.)
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut I'm gone.
(But ya dog did.)
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I
sing about her
Look, I'm such a mess
Please don't go Mr. Duckworth
Just wait a minute
I know you're the greatest rapper on Earth
But I'm not finished
I
change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane
y'all niggaz know where y'all can find me see I'm deep in
I know, you know
I ain't changed still ride solo
Antisocial
Know that I love you but I gotta go
Yeah I love a lil' different
Cause love as a child I
for lil mama
Thats why i stay dressed in designer
She let me meet her parents, now She wants me to be her baby father
That sh*t is dead, dont want no
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