Lyrics:
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
innocent women, cut off their scalps and bring em home!
Then I move on to the next because this killa will not stop
Until he finally gets his wish by
Mr. hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like
Big D, Big D
Edge Hang, Edge Hang
Big D, Big D
Zone 3, Zone 3
I'm on the corner with killa's holdin' onto dem pistols
The only nigga dat [?]
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
on my chain and ring im Mr Racks
Bitch you see me rollin rollin with my gang gang
All my diamonds frozen i just spent a check
Yea you know im ballin
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
and a whole lotta killas and a whole lotta nerds, yeah
And I gotta whole lotta money and I count that shit like a mufuckin' clerk (oh yeah)
I done fucked
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
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done put it
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done put it
Hey, Mr. Wipe Down, ya heard me? Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix
Badazz, Savage Life, Foxx-a-million
Man, you already know what it is, ya heard
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
See I got goals I'm tryna reach, put money aside
I want a house out by the beach, what a lovely surprise (yeah)
I'm talking out in Fiji where my
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
folding
Weigh one thirty, but young nigga shoot that
Chopper like a soldier
I’m surrounded by some killas who
Come straight up out Magnolia
Been livin’ real
quetes
I feel like lil joker I’m riding round w them eses
Big ol titty bitty beside me drinking my leche
I’m the hardest young hitta out my mothafuckin
ta the pape
Only the real can relate, I really say fuck the fake
Just 'cause I sing a lil, I'll still bust yo grape
Motivated by the hate, 'cause I
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
flexing fakes bands like a thug
And I don’t wanna stay with these bitches no more (No More)
I don’t fuck with lame killas that are broke (No, no)
Now she
Now my money up every single time I upload
Cut Throat Killa Killa
But you never seen bloodshed
OmenXI I I, I'm the king, give a fuck less
Unless you
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