Lyrics:
and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's 'cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit
Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic
’m all about keeping lit
011 city of sinners and drinks
I want the money get me in the mix
Oh damn
I just wanna do it for the fam
Wanna get bigger I gotta
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
the pattern on his tie?
Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Oh, Mr, you're a better man than I,
Yeah, Mr, you're
chips, you don’t gotta cash out
And baby, I don’t gotta flex, I’m still the best out
Yea, I’m on 580 with a bad one
I’m a Leo baby, she a Cancer
Damn Lil
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
been outta ya damn mind
Lil shorty wanna fuck on the man, man
I'm in yo dreams I'm the Sandman
Lil shawty wanna fuck
Oh Ya Ya
She wanna know wassup
Oh
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
Yeah, Ace Hood (woah)
What's up baby? (Woah, oh)
We the Best, huh
So I had a few things in mind (woah, oh)
Haha, and I was thinkin'
and you (both of us, I trust you, you trust me)
So don't worry 'bout a damn thing, oh (I ain't worried about nothin')
Now that we together, girl,
fish
Damn, they really hate my wealth
I don't go where I can't be myself
40 on my belt
And never took it out
40's on my waist
40 bands a day
That's how
to sleep
Then I noticed like damn
They don't notice me
I been winnin' like never before
Fuck a second chance you only get one
Don't pay me less
I will tell
you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'
Oh yeah
You mean this right here
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out
Oh my
I keep
That rocket by my side
Fuck what they talkin bout
Lil baby he might die
Damn this AR
Got like 762 bullets
And they rip a lot
I just told
Ah here we go again
This ole capping ass nigga
Ah here goes this fuck boy again
Oh you a rapper huh
Oh Mr. Cap-A-Lot ass nigga
Aight
Been a lot
[Mr. Lil One]
What's up Dawg
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up
[Mr. Lil One]
You back up in here again
[Mr. Shadow]
Yes
{Mr. Lil One]
You see that board
should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside
I
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
has a love that is true
(Oh yeah)
Then to be fooled by,
And get hurt by you
Cause when I give my love,
I want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know
Damn girl how you been? (How You been?), I ain't seen you in a long time
Shit I'm happy that you still fine, hit me up yeah it's cool we can kill
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
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