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Mr Serv On Die Rich

Gotti Gambino) [Mr. Serv-On] Time to release this terror on you Best believe in these letters across my stomach I'm gonna blast on you, piss on you fuck

up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr

eye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed, I came with the drank So here's five on the

I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey

the Bahamas Rock on the dance floor to Din Dada 'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl sucking dick on video tape I like pussy, sucking on

to do. But tru is the way of life nigga. This ain't no motherfucking fad. Mama mia, big ed, master p, c-murder, mister silkk the shocker. First family, mr. serv-on

illest cherokee to ever slap a ho I drop four in your dough, your hard-on? Get it straight You can't fuck around on your best date Now what the deal? 1 - [mr

gonna try and stop This Gangsta rap is what they call it But I gots to come with the realness So all my folks can feel this -chorus- [mr. serv-on]

Money talks, my whomps, whomps, the ATM, don't play with him His money make the dikes wanna lay with him Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving