Lyrics:
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already knew that
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank
And 4
Mr, Mr, Mr yeah
Better lead us correctly
Better lead us correctly (repeat)
Keep telling me the same things
Bet you didn't think I that could take
(Mr. Captain if you wanna smoke with me)
I need some type of substance
She keep sendin' me subs
I need some type of substance
She keep sendin' me
and bitches scream my name
Taking him down he flexing johnny dang
Bang
Mama look at mr your son aint the same
Killed some niggas shit the game
I told you that I
give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo'
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
fast too)
Fucc what you think, I ain't ask you (lil bitch, I ain't ask you)
We got that Yola my nigga
I used to sit in the Nose Bleeds
We got that Yola,
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
I'm stunting', I keep me some bands in the duffle (that's Louis V!)
When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing
My lil' niggas servin' for me
trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil
fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual bleed through the pencil
And leak on the sheet of
The tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don’t write shit
‘cause I
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
for me
(Please, please, Mr. Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word
her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some- who didn't want him
I know you
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
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