Got gruesome shooters they be sweeping shit they need a broom
Walk down with a blicka nigga hit a nigga
Classified steppers you can walk a mile inside my shoes
Walk down with a blicka nigga masked up MF DOOM
Fell into that f*cking water on the deep end
It ain't shit to cut my f*cking dreads like the weekend
She want to work on weekends but she gone f*ck me on the weekend
Eyes on the prize you know C-Ball he can't see shit
And my bro bang B but you know C-Ball he gone see shit
I don't even got a f*ckin
Hold on, this bitch here think that I'm a dog I don't even got no fleas bitch
This bitch here want to ride my wave I told the bitch she gone get seasick
Remember they said C-Ball Escobar would never be shit
This shit handmade everything I did I built a legacy
I stand on biz pussy niggas can't even stand next to me
Im with three the don he think like I think we got telepathy
Look me in my eyes you can see I see this shit the devil see
Trying to make this lean I call my big brother for the recipe
Trying to make a dream turn into reality I can't even sleep
Nigga Im a get into my bag just like a f*cking book
Eyes on the f*cking prize I can't even f*cking look
Pussy nigga acting real whole time he shook
Bitch acting like she thorough but it's for the look
I got hooks on top of hooks I feel like Captain Hook
You more like Peter Pan lil Cball im the man
And why the f*ck I got to yell at you for you to understand
Why my gruesome shooters just be spinning they don't give a damn
Got gruesome shooters they be sweeping shit they need a broom
Walk down with a blicka nigga hit a nigga
Classified steppers you can walk a mile inside my shoes
Walk down with a blicka nigga masked up MF DOOM
Fell into that f*cking water on the deep end
It ain't shit to cut my f*cking dreads like the weekend
She want to work on weekends but she gone f*ck me on the weekend
Eyes on the prize you know C-Ball he can't see shit
And my bro bang B but you know C-Ball he gone see shit
I don't even got a f*ckin
Hold on, this bitch here think that I'm a dog I don't even got no fleas bitch
Lil mavo - MF Doom (Bonus track) Lyrics
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Got gruesome shooters they be sweeping shit they need a broom
Walk down with a blicka nigga hit a nigga
Classified steppers you can walk a mile inside my shoes
Walk down with a blicka nigga masked up MF DOOM
Fell into that f*cking water on the deep end
It ain't shit to cut my f*cking dreads like the weekend
She want to work on weekends but she gone f*ck me on the weekend
Eyes on the prize you know C-Ball he can't see shit
And my bro bang B but you know C-Ball he gone see shit
I don't even got a f*ckin
Hold on, this bitch here think that I'm a dog I don't even got no fleas bitch
This bitch here want to ride my wave I told the bitch she gone get seasick
Remember they said C-Ball Escobar would never be shit
This shit handmade everything I did I built a legacy
I stand on biz pussy niggas can't even stand next to me
Im with three the don he think like I think we got telepathy
Look me in my eyes you can see I see this shit the devil see
Trying to make this lean I call my big brother for the recipe
Trying to make a dream turn into reality I can't even sleep
Nigga Im a get into my bag just like a f*cking book
Eyes on the f*cking prize I can't even f*cking look
Pussy nigga acting real whole time he shook
Bitch acting like she thorough but it's for the look
I got hooks on top of hooks I feel like Captain Hook
You more like Peter Pan lil Cball im the man
And why the f*ck I got to yell at you for you to understand
Why my gruesome shooters just be spinning they don't give a damn
Got gruesome shooters they be sweeping shit they need a broom
Walk down with a blicka nigga hit a nigga
Classified steppers you can walk a mile inside my shoes
Walk down with a blicka nigga masked up MF DOOM
Fell into that f*cking water on the deep end
It ain't shit to cut my f*cking dreads like the weekend
She want to work on weekends but she gone f*ck me on the weekend
Eyes on the prize you know C-Ball he can't see shit
And my bro bang B but you know C-Ball he gone see shit
I don't even got a f*ckin
Hold on, this bitch here think that I'm a dog I don't even got no fleas bitch
Walk down with a blicka nigga hit a nigga
Classified steppers you can walk a mile inside my shoes
Walk down with a blicka nigga masked up MF DOOM
Fell into that f*cking water on the deep end
It ain't shit to cut my f*cking dreads like the weekend
She want to work on weekends but she gone f*ck me on the weekend
Eyes on the prize you know C-Ball he can't see shit
And my bro bang B but you know C-Ball he gone see shit
I don't even got a f*ckin
Hold on, this bitch here think that I'm a dog I don't even got no fleas bitch
This bitch here want to ride my wave I told the bitch she gone get seasick
Remember they said C-Ball Escobar would never be shit
This shit handmade everything I did I built a legacy
I stand on biz pussy niggas can't even stand next to me
Im with three the don he think like I think we got telepathy
Look me in my eyes you can see I see this shit the devil see
Trying to make this lean I call my big brother for the recipe
Trying to make a dream turn into reality I can't even sleep
Nigga Im a get into my bag just like a f*cking book
Eyes on the f*cking prize I can't even f*cking look
Pussy nigga acting real whole time he shook
Bitch acting like she thorough but it's for the look
I got hooks on top of hooks I feel like Captain Hook
You more like Peter Pan lil Cball im the man
And why the f*ck I got to yell at you for you to understand
Why my gruesome shooters just be spinning they don't give a damn
Got gruesome shooters they be sweeping shit they need a broom
Walk down with a blicka nigga hit a nigga
Classified steppers you can walk a mile inside my shoes
Walk down with a blicka nigga masked up MF DOOM
Fell into that f*cking water on the deep end
It ain't shit to cut my f*cking dreads like the weekend
She want to work on weekends but she gone f*ck me on the weekend
Eyes on the prize you know C-Ball he can't see shit
And my bro bang B but you know C-Ball he gone see shit
I don't even got a f*ckin
Hold on, this bitch here think that I'm a dog I don't even got no fleas bitch
Writer: Roderick Miller jr
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