Lyrics:
humble and steppin on shit man this shit too organic
I cant fuck with these hoes
Theyll slime u out nigga cant trust them
That pussy do damage
Inna
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
Stop talking to me, don't fuck up my flow
How am I supposed to grow
With all these damn frauds
These people wanna build me up then
Break me like a clock
I peep the vibe
Never get caught, backin' out alert all time
Like Shaggy, I'm Mr. Lover
Long time, dutty wine it, get closer ,
Bust it right , night
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and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
we do too silly man
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
Get silly, Get silly, Get silly, Get silly,
Get silly, Get silly, Get silly, Get silly
[V.I.C.]
Yeah, I
really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What
Mrs. Lovett: Toby!
Where are you, love?
-[whisper]- “Where is he?”
Nothing's gonna harm you--
Not while I'm around
Sweeney Todd: “Toby?” …
in my bed doing dance moves
She like how I do it I can't lose
Got to many shorties I can't choose
I'm coming up fast like I'm supposed too
Lately I
mati mati mati
Let me tell you some
Engkau messing with wrong catz bro
I’m the don bro truth bro
Mr Malique’s he’s my boss bro
Yeah keep
Yeah yeah
So they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
I ain't got a condom here
(Oh no)
Too
too far Lil hoe
I say it ain’t what I got
It’s how I use it aye
I say it ain’t what I got
It’s how I use it aye
Look I ain’t beefing bout no bitch
So
(It better be real tight too, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Please believe it unless your game is tight, and you trust her
(You bring your girl
It's the fucking AAAAHHH!
Yell, I came too hard on it
I came way too hard on
That i'mma be scaring kids and shit
Lemme, lemme tone that down, i
the eraser
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eliminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
out of my business
'Posed to be in Mrs manning
But I skipped to Mrs gilbert
Hold up, let me play calling
Let me sneak out the building
Say, go to car,
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
love for me, I was just too thoughtful
I had your back, you treated be awful
Supposed to be my dawg, can't be my rival
This love shit feel suicidal
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
Taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
Throwing up." Marsha started
outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
taking these salt
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