TONY YAYO - Mr. 3000 lyrics

rate me

Mr. 3000

It's mr. 3000

Yea, yea, yea

Popping on the highway

Share courses with those that didn't make it

My eyes all faded

Grim reaper when I'm waving the tec

I'l leave you deeper than the national debt

Yea, yea, cleeko and rose till our guts explode

Cuban cigars, spanish villa, baddest hoe

Yea, call me mr. 3000

My weed, a pretty hairstyle on pradlan

Slip past the border and shoot a custom agent

Tendo behind me so my trunk is fragrant

Uh, gettin money is my occupation

Try to stop me, board game operation

My crazy nigerians I'l lay you down

Chopper hit a chopper black hawk down

See my mind is like a crime encyclopedia

It's hard to make it to heaven the devil keep g'ing ya

And if these labels ain't seeing ya

The dope is in the boyarife you splurge when we reing up

Pretty bitch and she tripping off the papa smurfs

Pop 2 in the coupe she lifting up her skirt

I put ya dick in the dirt she ain't fuck machina

44 raging bull, robert deniro

Loyalty over greed hoe niggaz die slow

Yo michael told me I don't ever trust a frito

4-10 with the tayo

It's like saving private ryan in my hood bro

Yaaa, 100 bottles it look like god coming

Highway to heaven when the work come in

Koneba, tony in that hot tub

I ice turn her to bonita in this dope cause

Connect on the phone he say hello

I need a tan of pale yellow

That really mean he got that tan and that yellow

Sugar hill shit rob melo

10 bricks right off a furlow

Blunt ashes of rozay,

Marc jacobs all white girls from norway, foreplay

3 wheels on a caddy

Bad bitch on her back her ass like damn

And, fuck a connect I need a coke farmer

And a man made submarine underwater

I told y'all niggaz man

Mr. 3000