Lyrics:
someone please tell me what's going on?
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
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
I'm about cash if the route fast
I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's
heh
Then tell all the kids to try it
Man, what's it's gon' take to make it?
For them to say that I'm one of the greatest?
Do I gotta go sell my soul?
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
you gone get your stockings lead up
It's Christmas time
And my heart is so cold
I stay froze
This ain't diamonds and gold
Mr. Snow hailing from
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
[Lil' Rob]
Wuz up homie,
check out the suburban right there homes
[Mr. Shadow]
Which one, the black one?
[Lil' Rob]
yeah, it's following us check it out
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
faucets
What makes you nauseous gets me engulfed in
I'll lick a bitch ass 'fore I step in dog shit
We all sick, y'all just hide it well
Psych wards tell me
oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
(That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure
that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Ok, now imma make the money stack
if i lose it, get it back
Ridin with some killers say my name and they gon get you
on ................. break it down now!)
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Chillin' on the block, on the avenue
Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew
She had a big ass
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya
Right Now
I’m Mr Right Now. I’m Sir Right Now
I apologize for the wait, I was with someone’s daughter
I know that’s a lil crude. But I can’t be called
they on?)
Call em' Mr. Walk Down
He don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy
Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
modernize the place a bit
Huh?
I raise the bar like this shit is my son
I hold it up and tell you midgets, "Jump"
They used to say I was a gimmick, I admit it
this kid
Who now wants to mess with everything that we're trying to build
I don't get it Mr. Mooks
Tell me
Enlighten me
Mr. Mooks
Alright so
tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when you get there
They don't ask, they don't ask what you saved
All they'll want to know, Mr.
Is
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
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