Lyrics:
get naked
Bitch im known to show my ass
Kno a cutie wit fire coochie
Bt no she ain gt no ass
My lil juvie kinda stupid
So i make her stay in class
Ohhh
walls
Money rules we can't resist
Sankes of commercial TV
Decoy with their apples
False priests spit out their lies
Because God sells
If we don't pull
moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
It's Lil Tre
Been a boss since the little nigga wit the fade
Hair grew, pockets ehh but I'm still the same
Sike nigga, think that little boy grew
group we keep that heavy metal
Foreign whips foreign women appetite Mr chows
Neck lit up like hong kong gold patek grey poupon
Now listen I don't do
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
together like eggs
I'm like commercials you see on The TV 'cause i am the one that Is Coming up next
I got a tale of a teenager boy who Is constantly
outside with it
Don't look at me crazy don't size a nigga
And you don't watch TV but you so commercial
Not running back to you I'm not doing circles aye
eshe wo hu?
Take care of ma door expenditure
E b me b Kubolor u no c me 4 yor tv?
Mek u enter yor own club u go hear ma cd
Hey Mr Bouncer
U 4 mek
I changed a little bit, ho, I used to be grimy
I used to be broke, used to nickel and dime it
I've been a lil' hustler since I was a minor
Had to move
waiting
I been craving
Money and Mari-J
Got a lil bitch she look just like Mary Jane
She call me Mr. Wrong like she Mary J
lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck
Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
fourteen thousand dollars
And ninety-nine cents, well now
[Chorus]
Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
trap)
She suck my dick, taste like candy, okay
Bitch I'm a star, just like Patrick, hey
Ms puff be killing my classes, hey
That lil' bitch Sandy is
into a mirror, I looked like that girl I saw in an underwear commercial
“Hahah, that’s more like you”
I had long, waving hair, my eyes were light blue,
stormed the Capitol
And Kim and Kanye are getting a divorce
Each day we pledge allegiance
In between the commercial sequence
I thought I saw something
In
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice
Intro: [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]
Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips playing tag
aint nothing
ay ayo man
K Chrys :
Them L's
Them L's
verse 1: Mr Cheeks 0:43
black and white thats the color of my flag
running thru the city in the whips
the night I'm nocturnal
Done in Atake cause my skills is Eternal
Raised from by flames I'm infernal
Keep comin back on yo screen like commercials
Flippin'
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