Lyrics:
at the ho house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know
mug me and turn me like I was a sucker
So slow ya lil' ass down on this side of town
Before you find yourself either melted or even beat down
Like that
worship fake gods
I deal
When the money callin
Never let it rang
Whatchu need I got it
Prolly sell it by the eighth
Mr.Workaholic
Always make the play
Mr
cuz my dick in her throat Lil nigga
When I pulled up bitch you said OH No nigga
Don’t even try to escape Lil nigga
I’m in a Van with like eight Lil
row how you killing these hoes
You got a nigga gone it's like ma head been tapped
An aphrodisiac body cant help but to react
I calm dat azz down when
the harlem shake, they like
"look Lil Twist you 'mazin now"
Then I hit the back space and now Lil Twist erasin' ya
Nah, I'm just show-casin' ya
If a test
Watchin' him get dragged away
If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe
You better do every motherfuckin'
Thing I say we got guns like the CIA
Fuck the FBI
1st verse:
Girl you got that karma
you the snake charma
the flyest mama
holdin down the drama
i know you right there with me
when im loadin up
better watch out lil bitch when you see that I'm in my zone
So you better
Watch out
Watch out
Watch out
Bitch yuh
Watch out
Watch out
Watch out
Bitch yuh
the ho
The one that'll slang still
And keep it on the low
One that'll do time for me
And slang that fuckin co
To all you know
(Lil Wayne)
This is for my n****s, my romes, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my n****s
My luv, my c*** it back ready to bust
Boosie Bad Azz
(Now) If you
Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha
fast
Gang might snatch some bitch's
An got switch
We ain't to bad
Aint yo bitch azz
Bop bitch I can't hit it
100 on my new dash
Oh How you do that
Breezo
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about
Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
Thought you were
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know
Them lies
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been a waitin' and a waitin' as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
I know they miss you
[Chorus]
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever, ever, ever! Be free?
knocked off they feet
So watch your fucking mouth before you end up on that floor
And stop acting like you're hard because you know you've been a ho
I
Watch how I move, get the money, drop the bag lil' bitch
She got oooh!, stupid body, she a bad lil' bitch
Why you hatin', step your game up, don't be
the world
Count a few millions, then I like it
Know it's enticing
When I think about them dollar signs
Boy, you don't fight it
Oh ok
Watch out where them
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