Lyrics:
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
I up the gutta gutta lil boys freeze up
Skeeza all you can do is eat the meat up
It's ten thousand grams of that raw in the freezer
My gun never jam
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
of hard heads in tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us
Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
Ass I can
wit penny for any type of showdown
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob bringin' sounds to your town
We be down to the fullest and fool I thought you knew this
That
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
the hand
Put them things up inthey (ugh) like a stake in the grass
I'm a real hot boy I'm shakin the deck
If you a real hot girl you can take it in half
Lil
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
in life
And I reveal my knife, to cut you loose
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you useless
'cause, time upon time, I find
If you remain
to swag school
Dem hunnids be thumbin
Look how they mad at you
Dem hunnids be floodin
My baby be lovin' me
I love to step in designer big boots
Dem
shakin' in they boots, but I still don't take they shawty
She is three at best, I only fuck with tens, she need to triple up
I only fuck with natural, but
a dog like Tin,
That's why you scared to step to me
Do we, have to result in fisticuffs?
See I get swifter myself, that's when the Ruck erupts
So
it up
A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff
Keep it 1 hunnit
1 hunnit in one's
If you tryna have some fun
Funds up get you some
The sum
we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour
Ey ey, Mr. Police
get to a bag
Go to work lil mama do ya thing and that’s that
You hustle hard I ain’t judging how you shakin that ahh
Don’t let them play you, run
in yo' mouth and then you swallow nutt
I wanna freak freak
Let's get Easty
Send yo' whole body into next week
Soon as you walk by me take a peak peak
when you see us
(By the group)
All the bitches gettin' mad
When you come around (Gettin' mad)
All the bitches shakin' ass
When I come around (I
Whoa
Its mr. water whippin
Wad up Noc
Ass so phat
Ass so phat you can see it from the front Lil mama put it on me I give you want you want
Give you
love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (ayy)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have
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