Lyrics:
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
Bad, yeah, bad lil' No more Mr. Nice Guy
Bad, V for Vendetta Bad lil
Bad lil' bitch with a bun Bad, bad lil
Poppin' on her lips with the gum Bad, bad
surrender to the evergreen
(Let's get high lil momma)
We catching fire like Mrs. Everdeen
(I ain't with all of that drama)
Cut the camera go behind
about you tell me what I've done
Go ahead, Mr. Kringle
Well, we found uh
We found a Santa
A mall Santa
With eight stab wounds in his back
Uh-huh
In
I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA, they put a chip in my brain
Yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfuckin' man LDC, shit, lil' bitch
Yeah, big L.D.,
Lifes been hard wonder how easy it is when you die
If you cant live your dreams whats the point of being alive
Getting done worst by the ones i
girls to the room)
That flavor, flavor so good (yeah) (a hundred girls to the room)
M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Oh, damn, that flavor,
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
The reason I'm still breathing is cause, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus! It's crazy how you love me even when I don't love You like I should.
Jesus [Repeat: x3]
Oh
I'm not gay!
Gay side: OH STOP IT! What about the time you looked at
Kel Sermackey's penis in the men's locker room?!
Mr. Garrison: I was just comparing
I check the weather
The weather Mayweather
Bad lil bitch name Heather
She just want this leather
Ballin like Professor
Like Mr. Krabs I want
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
can't even get a ride
I slapped the fuck out my cousin
'cause he wanted me to die
Cough drop all in her mouth
In her damn jalooper niggas say
"By thе
talk, but it don't feel the same, damn, damn, damn
You a bad lil' thing and I miss you for the moment, I mean
How you gon' believe a man when people laugh
runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
I wanna know who is Mr Brown?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
Oh
runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown.
I wanna know who is Mr Brown?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
Oh
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
and moan
Oh It's mr nasty time
Oh It's mr nasty time
Oh It's mr nasty time
Oh It's mr nasty time
You got them pretty toes
I gave you high heels
Got you
the streets (huh?)
All the shit I done lost, I done turned myself a boss
Can't believe I lost little boss T, damn
You don't wanna be me
Lil' nigga, you
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