Buckshot, to his dome
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just like slope
She like my style she like my tones of clothes
I'm into fashion these lil boys some clones
Put him on a stake he crossed, f*ck the pope
Man I got some thotties that go back to back
He think he an artist, we'll go track for track
On the beat I'm so flawless don't know how to act
Eye for eye just for that he gonna get whacked
I feel like I should just go and attack
I feel like I should just go and count racks
I feel like I should just go and spin back
Everything that they said I'ma make em eat that
Cocky as shit Young Prince Young King on the mic beat it back just like Jackson
Pussy ass boy in the night feel my knife Ima call up YB cuz he into subtraction
This world gon know who the f*cks up next I want diamonds and checks
I'm Mr. Make It Happen
Mr. Make ya bitch a happy bitch
Mr. Show ya bitch a happy place
Miss may I show you a better way?
They say that they proud but I just don't believe it
This lil bitty bitch at the spot eatin' semen
Remember them nights I was up I was weepin'
Now I'm steady countin' it up f*ck the precinct
Not even rappin' no more I'm just preachin'
Looks like you having a blast getting even
I put my wrongs in a bong & I clear it
I get on a song and I walk and they hear it, they feel it
Buckshot, to his dome
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just like slope
She like my style she like my tones of clothes
I'm into fashion these lil boys some clones
Put him on a stake he crossed, f*ck the pope
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Buckshot, to his dome
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just like slope
She like my style she like my tones of clothes
I'm into fashion these lil boys some clones
Put him on a stake he crossed, f*ck the pope
Man I got some thotties that go back to back
He think he an artist, we'll go track for track
On the beat I'm so flawless don't know how to act
Eye for eye just for that he gonna get whacked
I feel like I should just go and attack
I feel like I should just go and count racks
I feel like I should just go and spin back
Everything that they said I'ma make em eat that
Cocky as shit Young Prince Young King on the mic beat it back just like Jackson
Pussy ass boy in the night feel my knife Ima call up YB cuz he into subtraction
This world gon know who the f*cks up next I want diamonds and checks
I'm Mr. Make It Happen
Mr. Make ya bitch a happy bitch
Mr. Show ya bitch a happy place
Miss may I show you a better way?
They say that they proud but I just don't believe it
This lil bitty bitch at the spot eatin' semen
Remember them nights I was up I was weepin'
Now I'm steady countin' it up f*ck the precinct
Not even rappin' no more I'm just preachin'
Looks like you having a blast getting even
I put my wrongs in a bong & I clear it
I get on a song and I walk and they hear it, they feel it
Buckshot, to his dome
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just like slope
She like my style she like my tones of clothes
I'm into fashion these lil boys some clones
Put him on a stake he crossed, f*ck the pope
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just like slope
She like my style she like my tones of clothes
I'm into fashion these lil boys some clones
Put him on a stake he crossed, f*ck the pope
Man I got some thotties that go back to back
He think he an artist, we'll go track for track
On the beat I'm so flawless don't know how to act
Eye for eye just for that he gonna get whacked
I feel like I should just go and attack
I feel like I should just go and count racks
I feel like I should just go and spin back
Everything that they said I'ma make em eat that
Cocky as shit Young Prince Young King on the mic beat it back just like Jackson
Pussy ass boy in the night feel my knife Ima call up YB cuz he into subtraction
This world gon know who the f*cks up next I want diamonds and checks
I'm Mr. Make It Happen
Mr. Make ya bitch a happy bitch
Mr. Show ya bitch a happy place
Miss may I show you a better way?
They say that they proud but I just don't believe it
This lil bitty bitch at the spot eatin' semen
Remember them nights I was up I was weepin'
Now I'm steady countin' it up f*ck the precinct
Not even rappin' no more I'm just preachin'
Looks like you having a blast getting even
I put my wrongs in a bong & I clear it
I get on a song and I walk and they hear it, they feel it
Buckshot, to his dome
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just like slope
She like my style she like my tones of clothes
I'm into fashion these lil boys some clones
Put him on a stake he crossed, f*ck the pope
Writer: Deangelo Ramirez
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