Lyrics:
Stoo
Haan, ay (Stoopid)
Uptown boys, nothin' live-er
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder
All the lil' things stop big things
My lil' chain
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
watch her drop her pants
I'm Mr. swag so clean, yeah watch me hit my dance
These niggas just talking that rah rah, they ain't making no sense
These niggas
set out for me
Singing cast your vote mr nally, castrate your vote, no you don't, just run
I thumbed a ride across the prairie, I got hitched in
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
. Sandman, Mr. Sandman)
Aye do I look like Mr. Sandman
(Mr. Sandman, Mr. Sandman)
Aye
Go ahead keep testing me
You ain't seen shit from me
Aye
No
Nope
blowin indo
creepin up through the hood hittin up my kinfolk
and if you didn't know I'm the same G they call lil skinny
No longer skinny, but I'm pushin
Up-up-uptown boys, nothin' liver (let's go)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (let's go)
All the lil' things stop bi-bi-big things (yeah)
My lil' chain
Man
Before you left you should've held on to my hand
Without you there is no music for the band
Mr. Guitar Man
I wish that there was something that I
gorilla stitch
40 years go by man still snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
It was amateur night I played
selfish you that's my recipe
To be a better me, live by my own tempo
I'm investing cash you would have spent on a stone bezel
Inner drive as a Porsche
her net worth by million
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
I pull up in a new black benz
Black rims with a bad bitch
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
prophets speak, okay
And I'm lost in the land of foes
Where enemies carry 9's
And lil bruh shot for 11's
That's terror like two streets down
Tradgedy
lyrics
They really odee
Yea Ima chef
You call me Mr.G
I stay wid the Glock
You call me Mr.key
Iceberg freak
She a nasty lil bitch
Yea I'm Reydagoon
I’m sorry)
Oh Mr. or Mrs. Spider (No, I’m really sorry)
I'm sorry if I messed your web up, royally
It wasn't something I could see (Please forgive me
I'm sorry)
Oh Mr. or Mrs. Spider (No, I'm really sorry)
I'm sorry if I fucked your web up, royally
It wasn't something I could see (Please forgive me
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
Thought I'd never make it but I made it y'all.
Cause I had
[Chorus]
Jesus! When I had nothing, had to struggle and was up to no good.
Jesus!
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
I put the Calvin on, cheap like leggo
Mo'fucka say so, take your bitch free
Called me, no pay phone
Whip the fifty round town just like playdo
They
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
you hate yourself
And then schooled thought you’d get saved by the bell
But in retrospect you doing fairly well for a fairytale
But I fare thee well
the morning I'm gonna regret it
For now I just wanna live in the moment with no limitations
I'm doing anything you ask me
Your lil freaky girl, yeah that's me
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