Lyrics:
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
what she need she wanna be Mrs. Wright
All them plays I done made
Boy I should've been in Vype
It don't take much to bag her I catch her she giggle
Come
(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I
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
'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he
Bitch need to do your part
You ain't never gon' win my heart
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay
Yeah, I ain't no captain save a ho lil
Now it's so spooky spooky spooky Mr. Halloween
I’m like the boogie boogie man better watch for me
Okay let's go and get the funds I think its time
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
Intro:
Yea…..Mr. Criminal Lil Passion
Why these motherfuckers trying to go against our people, homie?
Go against the gente you get smashed out like
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the nost of the great Durante.
I
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 passing by in a stroller, remindin'
by the comments
Ata wakibonga shonde
Came to earth inside a comet
Wenye wivu wajinyonge
I'm on track ebu wasonge
He turned to Lil Tekashi now he
Yeah, get busy entertainment, youuu dig, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man I love the way lil' baby pour my drink, she my lil' rock star
I got 30 in these jeans
Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6
I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
lookin pale need a little more melanin
Lil' nigga I'm the opposite of ignorant
But my whole work ethic so Mexican
Can't move with the kid say less
Can't
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
know im bound to drown
Come get high up off this gas smoke it by the pound
That lil Bitch wanna fuck with me cause i'm icy now
Know this dick be in her
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
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