Lyrics:
really flow it yes I really know it Its tha nigga Quelly Quel yes I got to go in
Every time I pick up on the flow lil nigga ya I know Quelly Quel that Im
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
baow)
Lil nigga a snitch like Candace, how you tell on my guys, I can't stand it (Can't stand it)
Real talk I be feeling like Manson (Ahhh), real sith in
to yourself
Speakin' of, rest in peace Sandra Bland
I'm believin' everything that wasn't on that cam
But back to you, beauty, let me address our lil
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
you was real
When we started something small
Niggas flockin in your dms
And they don’t know how to talk
I gotta talk to em (Gotta talk to em)
Know
[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)
(East Campus)
It's my 1st with the College but I'm far from a freshman
(Mr. Trackgoneat)
Been killin mics for years all around
(And me)
It's my 1st year
Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they
call me Lil' Bray, Mr , take your pack
Niggas quick on their feet, cause they really run track
If I see me out, then I'm doublin' back
You gotta be two
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
they lost
You know why? Cause ya'll been lied to
Google lied to you, Facebook lied to
You, Radio lied to you, radio fuck you!
I know it's a lot of
Real
Love me right, keep it real
Guess that's too demanding
Could have a real one by your side
But you out here chasin' panties
I take it you, never
then send your moma some flowers
I get paid by the pound, not paid by the hour
I got star power
I got star power
New Ferrari came with 600 horse
da real niggas free da real free flock
I been doin this for a nice lil' minute
'Til i make a mil on the real won't stop
All you niggas waiting for
3 Kings
Roc Nation
King Talk
Ya
We'll never forget these days
Ay
I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't
mean, what, what's yo flavor?
(Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man,
the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang,
you know
man always been a lil man
But turnt into the bigger and started gettin them dividends
Im da muthafuccn man
Mr do what I want niggas do what they can
to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
ghetto fabolous
A vibe like Mary J (I need a real love)
A mix of Salt N Peepa (Let's talk about)
With some SWV (I get so weak in the knees)
I wanna love so
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
Bitch need to do your part
You ain't never gon' win my heart
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay
Yeah, I ain't no captain save a ho lil
a dude wasn't
Quite what we liked i was glued to the tube
Cuz real life wasn't right
So we moved nomadic in a panic
I was bruised hyperactive and erratic
chips, you don’t gotta cash out
And baby, I don’t gotta flex, I’m still the best out
Yea, I’m on 580 with a bad one
I’m a Leo baby, she a Cancer
Damn Lil
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