Lyrics:
yes, sir)
Hell, you coulda found me in
Either of the two (Nah either one)
Just a colorblind kid caught
Somewhere in the middle
I don't discriminate, hell
'm flagrant, I'm in lil' baby's ear like, "Where your dude at?"
Just ordered China Blue Flame I'm askin', "Where my food at?" (bitch)
I'ma throw this money
'm anxious
High anxiety
I'm anxious
I'm anxious
I'm anxious
High anxiety
I'm shakin' in my mother fuckin' boots
Cuz I'm in this small room surrounded by all
decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't
the boot I'm the truth
Killing verses like boosie boo
Down to get ratchet talking shit
Got you popped quick get
The a state and boot together
We jigging in
girl
So cute, shakin' in your boots
Gettin' loose in the clubs 'til the club
Blowin' smoke out a stretch Escalade roof
Let's ride, just me and you
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been the man
Stop playing
How you hating and a fan
Im leveling up
You understand
(O.Geeee!) (yeah!) [coughing]
In the lowkey V, shakin' police off! (shake 'em off!)
Don't engage witcha enemy, you know he soft. (ya hear me?)
Whattup?
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
wet warm lil pussy
Put on my boots and I tame
She say PK you gone be real fine
When your locs start to hang
And I said bitch stop playing with a lil
that you have in this world, a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't
nigga crack a seal
Cop another pound of weed
I'm up
I'm higher than you
Money keep surrounding me
That lil hoe want a dollar I give her the boot
Clear
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
Aye zone three
Now I remember back then
A lot of you boys ain't count me in
But I did myself tho
They like who that is just walked in
Mr zone three
Damn this beat is thumpin
Coolin w my youngins
Bitch hit my phone lil bitch do you want something
I cant talk right now, cause this gg got me
minute, how I'm in it, you'll be fishin' 'em out
(Ooh!) Lil mama swish it around
Brushed knees, but ya white teeth glistening now
Got the thumbs up, like
hide from the fame
I'm seein it mane, I'm seein vain
Damn that's my nigga 10 deep in the game mane
You hit the streets with Cane
Hit the streets in
ice
I'm in the wrong room this is techno night
Into room two playin joints I like
Breakers being Harlem shakin all night
And if you're in the mood grip
round in Honda Accords
I don't know why you ride round in a car that ain't yours
You is not Jefe, you don't got bricks in the furniture
Ten toes down
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'm in your grill
Check on my chain I need 10 a piece
Next in the game where I'm finna be
No X by my name do not censor me
Tell dat lil bitch I do what I want to
Bitch I
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
designer shit huh
No money at da table all chips
This rice, grits, beans
All in da hips
So damn bossy
YOU can tell by the dip
Waist line amazing
Mrs juicy
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