Lyrics:
Then watch your step
You can't give no more but for yourself
I said you can't give no more but for yourself
They know you 'bout shit lil mama
I know you
ass down if you think you're hot shit
So Rolex-watch this, I do it four, five, six my click
My click, clack goes the black four-fifth
And just like
ass down if you think you're hot shit
So Rolex-watch this, I do it four, five, six my click
My click, clack goes the black four-fifth
And just like
soundin' like a fag on VladTV
This about to be a scene where I
Beat the fuck outta Mr chicken
Once again they got me back
Feelin' like Peter Griffin
You
way ruthless
That original verse 3 on who u wit. I thought it was super sick
Lil Kim flamed on the first big momma thang. Although it was rude as shit
ah waste
I'm Mr. 2 Face
Time you ah waste
I'm mistress 2 Face
Watch this
Englishland people, from all different face
The people scatter, all
you love whats your intentions
Cause I'm aiming for the stars and with precision
Thts so raven with this shit, I had a vision
And I stand tall before
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
it up
Baby work on that pole
Got them niggaz in a circle hollerin here we go o
Back that azz up hea all the way to the zipper
I really love you hot
it up
Baby work on that pole
Got them niggaz in a circle hollerin here we go o
Back that azz up hea all the way to the zipper
I really love you hot
start rippin
Dont take nothin but one of them hot ones to leave yo ass finished
And that lil mouth you got on you gon leave yo azz drippin!
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
none like
But I want you to know before I go, that baby, we could've had it all
We could've had it all
[Bad Azz]
Just to be alive is a blessing
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
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
On my gaara shit always put em in a grave
Watch this sand wash over you like a tidal wave
Sand coffin sleep you can call me mr sandman
Ooh damn I
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
bitch
Yeah you can just call me your highness
Yeah
Got no watch on my muhfuckin' wrist
Lil nigga don't know what the time is
Lets go
Lets go
Yeah
Aye
Feel
to the ace
I'll be dripping by the lake
Rocking chains like a slave
Lil boy big waves
Watch me ball at the rave
You're a snitch and a waste
Should have seen
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
charge it to the game
I knew one day it would come I cant be ashamed
If you plan to leave you should've never came
Hold on wait
Lil ant got killed by 12
up, watch her
In my Crown Holder she in her Republic jeans
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
Lil? ma, what's up? I see you in the party
Now you
telling me this
And that neva Bite the hand that feeds you
Never know it could bite back
When Life beating my azz I gotta fight back
Made a way off of nun
7am I’m up n at it it’s bout to be a good one
Click my dm find my bm n check up on my lil one
I broke my old scale so now I sale em by the unit
I let
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