Lyrics:
I'm always Surround by clouds you will get caught in the smog
The only side effect is a cough and when you come back your stride will be a moonwalk
play hide and seek
I’ll be the mistle
And You bring the heat
Lil bo peep
Counting sheep
In your sleep
Pa-ral -y-sis
Aint no joke
It’s Friday
Now
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
For half my career I was part of that
My best friend got a burner, and it's lookin' like an artifact
Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat
Like
I put myself in a coffin?
I don't know! All I grew up with was trouble
Ain't know no role model, I knew the struggle
Dear Mr. Christian, I know
It puts what you did wrong in the distance by foggin your senses
I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgaters
Braggart cats who ain't graduate
holdin' hands, yeah
Hold up, I don't know what planet I'm on (don't know, don't know)
I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne (watch the throne)
I
compliments, go get a hug
I'm lil shawty that don't give a fuck
For lil shawty I'm beating it up
We beatin' it up
Hand me the bread and I'll handle it
Hand me
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
swartzaniggaz'
Put your hands in your pocket, give it up
I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man
Bandstandin' with the hand cannon
Split my face, muthafucka,
fuckin' tongue
I'ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand
[Chorus: Mr. Lil One]
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, comin in stalkin
Now who be the bad mothafucka
Lil One, still shit talkin
[2x]
[Mr. Lil
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices—
I’m a little leery.
Business
Couldn’t be better, though.
Company:
God, that’s good!
Mrs. Lovett:
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
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
trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil
got some fire for a brother man?
"I got some fire but your lighter's still up in your hand"
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Where Mr hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms
Where Mr hector bakes cakes
Yo, started with one
Yeah, You heard what i said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life aint cheap
You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee
puts it down like when the cops say freeze
Motherfucker put that pistol down put your hands up
And drop to your knees
And when you see me lay it
She'd probably leave you standing with your hands out
Now they got they hands up
I'm the illest hands down
Now they got they hands out
Ricky Bobby they
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
Give him up 'cause his loves like that
Ain't no way that I'm moving on
Oh, I love my Mr. Wrong
Hung up off your good
You call and I run
My
than Satan embag me
Get serious I gladly involve your moms
Al Qaeda, Jada, I'm only involved with bombs, uh
Put my life on it
Soon as you sit it in
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