Lyrics:
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
Haters move to the left, ion need no help, ion need no help
Aye I'm turnt up by myself
Haters move to the left, ion need no help, ion need no help
the same green I get
I mean I get so much
Green it's like I'm Irish
High glis' on my wrist and you
Can see the camera shoot
The CD gettin' spins it's Mr
on the label we would never turn to suspect
Lil Twist.
good cuz i aint tryna do no jail time
Jae Millz.
dont worry bout it twist your alabi gon be the same
clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still nothin for me to get you shot
You see him? Yup, the same ol' pimp
Sky baller, and ain't nuttin changed but my
Me and you we are not the same
I'm a boss ass bitch
Ain't give a fuck what they're saying
I'm the holo hoe
I'm supreme you better know
I do
they ain't believe us
EBK, Mr keeping That-Squeeze Tucked
(Notti I got you, I'm your brothers keeper
Underneath you ghetto angel, like)
Lately I ain't
shootin'? Ah, made you look
You said Bus' singin' the same ol' hook, you stupid
If y'all shootin', I take a look at your man, the bitch shot himself in
(Mm, mm)
(Look so perfect, she look so amaz-)
(Yuh, ay)
Man she so damn gorgeous the girl is amazin'
Ain't not one lil mufuckin thing that gon'
Bitch I'm on oxy that codeine
Big ol' choppa sag my jeans
Bitch I'm swaggin' in my teens
Got new drip Margiela feen
I won't miss got new red beam
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster I never knew
fuckin wit a reaper
If I spin niggas blocks
New age. jeepers creepers
Nightmare on shh street
You cant see this in the theaters
Pop up on who block
You
gotta make movies
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just
you don't bang shit? Same shit, still a get you fried
Drop somethin' then skate off, I still remember six to nine
Fuck, dawg, he hatin' on me, I still
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips playing tag
aint nothing
ay ayo man
K Chrys :
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips
me straight tumpin the street
Ah, maids on the dee looo
Moved by the kilooo
Same sorta rush a shh knock u'ss n evils
But dis aint a illegal
My mike is
crazy
claiming that they pregnant, want to be his ol' lady?
[Lil' Wayne]
Uh, uh...what kinda nigga be sparkling like silver?
Lil' bitty soldier
crazy
claiming that they pregnant, want to be his ol' lady?
[Lil' Wayne]
Uh, uh...what kinda nigga be sparkling like silver?
Lil' bitty soldier
[Curious Lil' Jay]
Boom, Boom, What cha'll talkin bout
Yea these girl hott without a dought
I'm Mr. Mischief with a trick up my sleeve
Whats wrong
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