Lyrics:
no props
Lil one make em timber
Lil one got a bad temper
Lil one killed that boy in November
Lil one be hustlin
Lil one be thuggin
Lil one
what
Bitch nigga who
Pussy nigga what
Bitch nigga who
Pussy nigga what
Bitch nigga who
Pussy nigga what
Bitch nigga who
Not one of these old rap
south to west we ride. (x4)
(*Richie Rich*)
Now slip, slip slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka when I bang westside,
See this side be
Mr November
I will try to remember
To make good choices
And ignore the bad things
That I always want to do
Mr November
I'm making bad decisions again
Mr November
I will try to remember
To make good choices
And ignore the bad things
That I always want to do
Mr November
I'm making bad decisions again
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No time, no time)
Gotta pray for the wicked
I've made
Mr. Sandman
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me things
Mr. Sandman
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me
believe you had me living in your fantasy
Mr. Pretender
I was tryin to satisfy ya, deify ya
You do what you think is right you be the God you bow to
I
who I was and I was like, "Yo, what's up I'm Kanye"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats, B"
You
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
I know they miss you
[Chorus]
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever, ever, ever! Be free?
What? What? What?
[Will Smith]
Here come the butter baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Got the staff from K-B
Singing this groove a lot
So I got my spiral
me
And I'm smoking bloomy
Fuck them niggas said it's up
Mutha fuckin goofies
For what I did
Its gon be 3rd degree
Open his head like a surgery
control that
I was driving that lil whip like it was foreign had to upgrade now
My name changed Mr. Hellcat
Bitch we known to get at niggas
Keep a low
I'ma personally do it
You shitface
I-i-i-i i will ruin your life just by this song
You think I'm a bad influence mutha fucka?
Think 'bout the fact if I
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
Hit him in the face i know
You a fucking dumb ass hoe
Streets need to hold my role
Hit him with four by four
Had to give the bro my dough
Understand
high
And we gone run these mutha-fuckin bands up
Yo I wanna dance with somebody
I had to slide like Mr. C ; Shawty say I'm a mystery
But I let her
I know she needs work
At least I know her knees work
Can't be sending faulty products
Then the nigga hurt
What you mean
Ain't me who took her off
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
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
van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga
tell your girls who you hoe for
[Mr. Lil One]
Bitch why you fronting like you fresh and you're clean
You be knowing what I mean when you unzip the jeans
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