Lyrics:
Sugar leaves soaking in gin again
That's how we win again
Infused Tanqueray
On my birthday
Mr Smoke It All
Smoked it all on the first day
I
Some find peace in thrills like recklessness
I find rhythm in trees to fight restlessness
Shake shakin through my bones like skeletons
Always be
in the mix)
And they know me, I'm Mr ready To-Blitz
(Mr ready To-Blitz)
Still moving tact' wit' Becky on my hip
(Becky on my hip)
Off the wocky, deady
lover..
so many miles away
[Verse:]
I'm turnin' into Mr. telephone man
Girl, you know I miss ya
So many miles away
And I can't kiss ya
Look but I remember
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
it when you tell me that you don't think I should win
Hahaha How regrettable
Stacking my assets and shakin my ass it's
So fucking spectacular, fuck
now I need something to drank
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the trunk
I told that
Pistols gettin bursted now I need something to drank
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in
rattled, baby, over you
(Chorus)
I get shaken, I'm torn up by the roots
Yeah, I'm shakin', way down in my boots
I get rattled, baby, over you
I get
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come
Catch me in motion
Do-doin what I do bitch haven't you noticed
Catch me in motion
Hazy off this lotus
Mr Stone Cold
Rollin thru with tha potion
went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color as Trae Young? You know that's twin
I done fucked this ho for
why the fuck should I be feelin' you?
You think 'bout runnin' up? Try ya luck
That’s a silly move i been cuttin' up
Was sellin' nickel bags in middle
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
to catch today?" (Ouu)
I got 200 on that Rolls
You can't catch the Wraith (Eskeetit)
I'm in love with my bitch ass cheeks (Ouu)
Told that hoe my lap was her
On the wallpaper
Intimidated, fuck a pussy bitch hater
I see you shakin' like a leaf in the spring
Just a scary little fairy with
A slug in your spleen
(You scared)
(Whatcha got Mr. Mans)
I got a lot of money (I don't see no keys in my hands)
Could you be my nasty girl
And let me do that dirty dance wit' you (If
you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth, make you dance, ow
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
on a carton
Punchin aint shit bitch i fight like a Spartan
If its up there when i see you im startin
Dogs in my clan they bitin no barkin
Crips in here too if
still asking who the fuck I'm with
It's just another damn day as Mrs. Nicole Smith, lil' bitch
I just wanna fuck and look pretty
Two grams stashed in my
when they say they'll see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep
nothing else too lose
Man, they call me Mr. Walker, take a mile up in these shoes
Or you can't afford them, I swear to God I paid like ten times what you
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