Lyrics:
bread nigga
Hey, I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let
Dip for see someone in a rag fifty sham
Throw Ya Hood Up
To all my lil Gs at schools
And homies draped in the county blues
It's Dub-C, the heat
The one
Free drinks in the air, air
If you're getting that money
Party like you really don't care yeah
Hands up hands up hands up hands up
Just throw your
murder game
Shout out my brother man
Ight you fly I see you on your plane
Im fuckin Lois lane
Bitch it's rebel gang
I throw up my gang
Don't even know
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
And yo' bitch in the party gettin' hit by the whole damn gang, gang, gang, gang
Lil' bitch really fuck it up (ay)
On her hand stand, doin' tricks fuck
I'm associated with Some heavy hitters
Do a nigga down bad for da birds he tasting bitter
I'm a type of nigga well respected and he go by Mr.
type
to move a lil faster
Got a big missile comin at ya
That lil bitch know how to dance
Twerk up-side-down with no hands
I can see that ass all thru my Bans
And your Facebook fameing up
Also for them strippers getin dollars
Ain't no changing up deep in your Mouth when I throw it girl you Game Or what sharper then
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me
Look, God, it's the same me
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up
fingers up, bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up) throw your hoods up, bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up) Eastside
(Hit 'em up) bang motherfucker bang
on your last life
Booty going up and down on me like the gas price
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands
they treat you on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
Real life and in the bank, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand (in my hand)
Load up
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
please not take my bands
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not swing your hands
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not ruin my plans
Give a fuck about your plans man'll
tragic
Got damn
I know you hear me on your stereo, nigga killing it he think he Lil' TerRio
It's always baddies up in the scenario
And we keep the big G
. Midnight lover, lover
(I'll be your Mr. Midnight lover man)
I'll be your midnight lover
Your Mr. Midnight lover, lover
11:00PM I be rolling
By 12:00AM
nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
Okay, I spazz, I curse
You last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
Hello
You said you at that party
Alright bet imma slide thu
Y'all need anything
Alright bet I got you
Everybody in party throw your Hands up
up )
then have your family light the candle (light er up)
that metal saw is what we sit by (click clack) * gun cock)
cause that ghetto law is what
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