Lyrics:
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by
and camcorders
So what you tryin to tell me dear?
I got Bently, Benson and Mr. Belverdere
And I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin literally blow your mind
me Mr. Combs, and I'm nine-digit strong
Niggas hatin' on me but it's not (workin')
When I was nineteen, I walked in the house
And I told my momma
when Floyd was fightin' carbon fibre
'Rari attire when we flew by ya
Bitches used to tell us we ugly
Now they being biased
We the flyest, we beat them
Tinted with them choppers though
We spin yo block my Mr softee
Spot you like a domino
Simon say he want you dead
I say that you got to go
So we gone drop
a shark
Can't find a spark bitch this my movie and you just play a part
I'm kissed by karma young and dumb I didn't believe in that
Message from God came
of your team
Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only stop by to look through ya
And I'm only getting greedier
And I'm still Mr. Youmedia
And I still
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
send 'em home with trays of slugs in they dome
Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster
Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter?
Right by
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by
one and done (Love you mom)
We've gotta make a change
You hear me things can't remain the same
We need more equality on some many levels it's
didn’t live wit us/ I didn’t tell my mom cuz she was stupid/ n too busy wit her nonsense/
The other school was lace Elementary/ my third grade teacher/
stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If
tech-nical how she nibble, uhh
Ain't fucking with you losers, all my niggas won
It's Mr. BetIGotSumWeed, hey, split another one
Look down upon the ceiling
grab my sweater)
Come pick me up I want a ride
(Hi Mrs. Stefani)
Hurry, hurry come to me (bye mom)
(So baby, where you wanna go, huh?)
Drive-in
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'm
nigga's about getting cash
'cause mom's is about to evict my broke ass"
Chill, my cousin's like the 2001 Mr. T
rock mad ice and platinum, watch you gonna
Jump on the elevator, hit the lights out
My moms was a yardie so my pops kept a stout
Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a doubt
It wasn't hard
easy
Can't understand why it's so fuckin easy
So how you like it like it now
Yeah, yeah, right, whatever, whatever
Well Mr. Fucking Know-It-All, he
a mouthful hoe, gobble down slow
No shopping sprees but you could have dro
Mr chows, no simply you can get blimpy
Fuck you in the truck, ghetto style
No
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
to it you know how we do it vip wilding flashing big faces running hard all week now we celebrating by the bar douces got it by the cases turning up with
get cream, like Mr. Softee
But it's too obscene to be seen, but they never called me
And niggas wanna taunt my skill
Appreciate life, cuz poverty's real
the streets
If it were up to me
If it were up to me
If I could
I'd steal from mr. hedge fund and drop it off to some single moms and dads
Who work 3-3
If I
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