Lyrics:
Excuse me sir that’s a awful lot of pills there
Been fuckin' with 'em so heavy that I’m getting scared
Sike If I die blunts rolled so I’m prepared
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
Sick and there's no cure
Bad case of V.I.P.
Still in the game killing you can call us M.V.P.
Whole fucking club jump in your cars and follow me
It's
bidness"
I love her fitness, I am a witness
Like Sir Mix-A-Lot, I, I cannot lie
When it comes to behind, you cannot deny
She got a lot, 'cause she is "fot,"
They shot my homie now its war cuz he aint live that life
Claze Azul Roca Patron only thing we mix with sprite
I'll fly her first class to where i
burns i stuck my hand in the pot, from these niggas who say they my mans but they not,
When i make it you should panic a lot,
Not a threat but just
Jump out of bed, stumble for the light
Find the keys, get the bag,
call my Mom, call your Dad
Then It's 90 miles an hour down a country road
If a ford
We slay
Put the Mix-Master on the fader
And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data
Boy, it means nothin' if we're rockin' the place
Without
we get it right
And we'll be standin' by the same old love
That made us fall
There's a lot more to love
Than seein' how much love we can make
There's
to my house
Or jump inside with me
Come and ride with me
Come alive with me
At any given place
Do it for the taste
Super lemon haze
Houston got a lot
One day, one day, Sir
I was walking along
I heard that special
Singing a lonesome song
[Chorus]
Oh, let the Midnight Special
Shine her light
One day, one day, Sir
I was walking along
I heard that special
Singing a lonesome song
[Chorus]
Oh, let the Midnight Special
Shine her light
a problem for you that's for sure
You better submit 'n' quit it before
We raise it up
We raze the lot
We'll blow your house down
Then we'll blow it back up
The other nigga was living good life at Paul Kruger's
But is cool, I love him more than he think and that's true
It's a lot I've been through
Look into my
the water
Watch it go by
Clouds going by
I'm watching the sky
I left my luggage at the station
Didn't know how to
Say goodbye
I walked away from all
can't because there's a lot of things going on
Saw that you claim that you loyal but it was false
Yeah, that it was false
Oh, I told you to call
But I
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga
Call me Your Majesty
Sir smoke alotta
Luh Shotta E
Shut down the parking lot
Bussin juggs off the magic jack
Dey Callin me but I ain't Callin
hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so, it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hatin'
She been stuck for a few days
These jeans
the heat wave by letting her seat wave
And in such a way that the customers say that
She certainly can can-can
Gee
Her anatomy
Made the mercury
Jump
It’s been seven years and It’s still nothin but the cappin man
Since I made it out 3 years from the jump
Idoitically complaining it’s just something
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
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