Lyrics:
at the diner with a bunch of other color guys
Incognito, my libido feeling like I'm Mr. Pink
I don't tip because society says to, I motherfucking think
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
to arrive
At a quarter to five— Mrs. Lovett:
And it’s six o’clock! And it’s probably already
Down the block!
I’ve been waiting all
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
another episode
Go like somethin' like this
Hey, if you think that suck, bust this
Another little story as I reminisce
about an old friend of mine
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
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
much
For such a little thang, it's all blown up in flames
Now you think I'm 'bout to pack and leave my lil' mane?
Hell no, it ain't that easy, when done
about simple everyday things
And now she said, please God, make him think I'm still pretty
The door opened and Jim stepped in
He looked very thin and he
(Yeah, ooh it's Jaipe)
Mmm, oohwahha
(I think about you all the time)
I used to have you by my side nah
But then you switched up said you wouldn't
f**k it I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my
thick b****
Lil thicky thick b**** lil thicky thick b**** lil thicky thick b**** I'm lookin for a lil thicky thick b****
Verse 1:
You ain't heard about
and squeal)
Can you see that my hoe ain't going
I thought you was real
[Verse 1]
I got Mr. Tell It up on the phone
Disturbing peace inside my home
Tryna tell
gon' blow up man?
When am I gon' start hearing about you, it's been years man?
You been rapping for over a decade and you haven't made one move buddy
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner
, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined
it
So to leave home without it, I would never think about it
Mozzy and E-Mozzy, my neph, don't even think about it
Born with this game, shit, I would
'm the one with the greatest heart,
everywhere i go,
no matter who I show,
and I'm mr. smalls
(I've heard everything this is tops)
Hey Drew why is it you got
bendiciones van a llegar
Cuando van a llegar
I wasn't thinking about going back
Wasn't thinking about senior year
I just wanted to work by the time it
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
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