jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, mister charlie told me so. Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, mister charlie, mister
To a new generation You're just so smug in your elected seat You've got your papers sorted out But you can't find your feet Well, I'm not surprised Hey mister
here I am, just missing you again Please, mister, please, don't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song but it's over Please, mister, please, if
to ruin your night I came to see the future mister me I didn't come to mess things up I only want to wish you luck And shake the hand of the future mister
My name is mister jones I get inside your bones I know just how To make you tweek you soon will be my freak because I know what You need I control your
a change Alright Lose your personality When all of your rights turn to wrong Blinded by the things you see Are you lonely tonight Mister Gone? Mister
Baby, don't understand Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands? This time might be the last if fear unless I make it all too clear I need you
Bow down mister Hare Rama, Hare Krishna Bow down mister We say Radhe Shyam Bow down mister Hare Rama, Hare Krishna Bow down mister We say Radhe Shyam Bow down mister
Yellow moon, face of a prophet, shooting star, light of the Heavens Shine down, shine down on our tiny enterprise Where do we go when all our time's been
This the intro Bitch listen to my intro Montana Last year was the worse couldnt get worse Only way is up now nigga weight is p Couple locked, couple
fuck frenchie nd da whole crew suwwwooooo gang you alreadyy knooo bloodzz we in dat show. Frenchie so dumb frenchie so weak whea da hell you at dog did
i know this bitch named candy, caught her creepin in my pocket. I told her don't be stealin, baby what you need i got it. you know that i'd be lying
I Give Fu'ck what you hater got say get it str8, you aint talk bout no money anyway, im a see it what i see it in day smokin purple , henny str8 gettin
(Chorus) I think I love her (love her, love her, love her, love her) Tryna meet her mutha (mutha, mutha, mutha, mutha) Doggin with no rubber (rubber,
French Montana Young Money Coke boys I'm A Groupie I'm A Groupie I'm A Groupie I like thick ones skiny ones thick leg Prety face turn of mouth
u wanna see some ass i wanna see some cash keep them dollars comin and thats gone make me dance .. repeat 3 x .. make it rain trick rpeat 6 times.
FEMALE : Its the return of the Mack baby. (Oooh) VERSE 1 : I was drunk off that patron Cause I never knew When you made ya move And you said you with
(HOOK) Yeaaa Im ready to go Baby no I aint tryina wait up I know you you ready to go Ahhh Ge up outta here, bottles in the air, shots of patron, purple
