Lyrics:
Or you talkin' moolah
I'm not concerned
Mr. Gettin' Too Faded
Every day of the week
Mixin' up a new playlist
I don't play it for free
She said
"You can
is calling
When you get in my car
You know I’ll be stalling
But It’s Talkin’ To Me
(Talkin’ To Me)
Your Waistline Keeps
Talkin’ To Me
(Talkin To Me)
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Mr. Potato head
You gonna make me kill this nigga
You claimin' yo flow is sick?
Your mind is illa, illa
Catch me in that dirty, dirty
Feed up in that
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
spoke to your OG's, Mr majors, AR-AB
I've been talkin to all of them they told me
All them cats from OBH, you phony
You never sold drugs
Them coke deals
they can't do what I do on the hook
I won't text, I won't call
But they still go wait in
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not hurt my gang
Yo Mr. Man, can you
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy? I dare you
To stick your dick in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0
Shit's ridiculous
Speak
I got a bag with your lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred (huh? yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah)
That
a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes
That way he never sleeps
Bigger than
Furious, Glock with a beam
I'ma put him to sleep
Damn, on court like a Piston, quick draw
I got PTSD
She let me hit it in different positions
Like, feel like
[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)
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
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
Talkin' practice baby
Only thing is
I'm not the shooter
I'm the bullet, bitch
[Verse One: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your
just a lil' more now)
We ain't gonna get no sleep
I go my way, you go yours
You taste real life, I taste tours (alright)
Sweet at first, but after
just a lil' more now)
We ain't gonna get no sleep
I go my way, you go yours
You taste real life, I taste tours (alright)
Sweet at first, but after
crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier
fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Snapper you got the guage
will forge it
I am so pure and so gorgeous
Iiiiii'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you whores
Pimples in all of your pores
Walk on all fours
Can't
R.I.P, cause your friend DIE
Knocked the dreads off the nigga, left him bald, Mr. Clean
He was tryna be a wolf, but he was more like a sheep
All that
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