Lyrics:
gan
Shey mo je Wizzy baby
Way dey sing song
Shey mo je mr Eazi gan gan
She mo je mr easi gan gan ha
Why are you gonna sad
When you Dey by my side
Tell
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
me
Y'all so Ignorant U sip pop, I sip tea
And I start with T and end with C
U missing letters N and L
T.N.L.C ain't taking L's
We AIN'T taking NO LOSS
lights, thats what pops say
Tryna go global over night, give me front page
So tell me, why I’m bothered by this lil’ minutiae
Same reason you wear
Ain't no cheese, get a stack, don't step and be stacked, don't walk down
Got a thousand dollars in my cash, bang it out
Yo, D-T-E-D-A-Y
I slide
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
was my Mrs
Probably missing a prescription
So I had to dismiss her
That's a scammin' lil hoe
She tryna take all my riches
That's why i quit messaging
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims and tires
Hatin' ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin' me down, and I don't know why
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
burning lesson learned
I know you know that well
Oh well
Why the red inna mih eyeball intriguing yuh so
Mr officer Mr officer
Brethren on yuh team done
be OG Sick)
I- flip them niggas, and I had to whip that shit, gang
Get off my dick, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, get off my dick
Hatin' ass nigga
Y
Think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even
Call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin'
Me for Mr t and shit he's a clown
up
After I cut baby I can’t lay with ya
Asked the man upstairs why they hate on us
He said probably cause the way got them 8 pointers like MR
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
Still Gave Me That Kiss
We Played Four Corners,
While mama Barbecue’d
The Use To Play The Music
& This Why I Love The Blues
Stay Outta Grown Folks
to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
Fuck all of that shit (uhh)
I'm doing it the way I wanna do it
Look, I'm (Lil
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
they on?)
Call em' Mr. Walk Down
He don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy
Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro
why I'm still here today
Mrs. Bonen-Clark you also knew how to listen
I remember sitting in your office
For hours I was venting
You never judged
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