Lyrics:
hell no
It can't be
Not Mrs. Independent, dude
Nah
So, uh
To all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like that same old guy
It's 'cause I
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
We in the 'partments
Get that fetty cleaned, money laundry
Big ol' 40, got it in the glove department
I'm from the 'partments, in the 'partments
I
whip on that good drink from texas
Got everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good cause it could go down
Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold
of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
'Cause bitch you can't change my feelin's no way
I've been across the whole U.S.A.
Same ol' hoes on different
feelin' my pain
I took them pills while I'm driving
Feel like i'm dying, I was just swervin' through lanes
Pretty lil' bitch, and she kinda thick
Big ol
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
my name
I’m cut from a different cloth so me and you are not the same
She say she went to Spelman well i let lil mama give me brain
FMF the family
me stalkin' me e'rtime she
hear my song (hear my song)
then I'ma take yo bitch
she said she getting tired of fightin' and runnin'
round with the same
the same color Timbs
Rollies come plain and Pateks, yeah I keep that, bet a wrist on your neck
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin', my bitch is sayin' "Get
I'mma give em what they ordered
Come clutch when it's winnin' time
Ain't worried 'bout a nigga
Claim they hatin' on lil ol' me
(Ain't worried 'bout
And how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
(Shh) Who the fuck is that
Staring in my window?
Doing that surveillance on Mr
bullets and the police at the same time hold on , hold on
Will my mother forgive me for being wild as a child
By the age of 13 i was married to the street
nap
They say we not, they postin' R.I.P. on the same app
Been trappin' three days straight, he ain't even take a bath
He ain't get to see his kids,
was milk chocky
And 50 Cent was just a lil' change in the pocky
Headphones don't copy though
The same kid with the loud audio
Lame Mrs. K probably gone,
a four, ayy
How these niggas don't know
'bout Mr backdoor? Ayy, Uh
I was just inside the Dior store, yeah, uh
Ran into a bitch I don't fuck no more, ayy
Ayy
hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin', but i remain on top
Still the same ol' me, with the same ol' glock
From the first CD, with
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
Grab that ho by the weave
And let her know that it's on
Beat that fuckin' bitch ass 'til
The lights come on
Triple team that ho, tag team that ho
Mr
'm gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that)
Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr pookie
They got my back (Look they got my back)
Ooh Wee you betta learn who you fuckin' wit
I get a lil' closer
Rock you to sleep, like I got these lil' bitches, come over!
Hopin' you fall for the bait, thinkin' you safe
Have that ass
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