Issue No 125 Mr T Lyrics
Mr. T by Issue No. 125
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
Mr. T, call me Mr. T
Mr. T, Mr. T
20 chains on my neck like Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Money over everything, that's all I need
It's AOB, MOB, AC
Facing only niggas like Mr. T
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
I pity these niggas, they can't fuck with me
They hating me 'cause they bitch on me
Nigga try to trap me and watch that lemon squeeze
Rocky Balboa couldn't fuck with me
Kodak moment, bitch is perfect, main attraction
I be flashing, they be asking how I do it
I be stunting, I be getting to that money
My jewelry is so damn flashy
Everybody wanna take a picture with me
'Cause they know it's Mr. T
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
Mr. T, call me Mr. T
Mr. T, Mr. T
20 chains on my neck like Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers like Mr. T
She pop it from the back like a Tommy gun
But all she get is hard dick and bubble gum
All these bitches in the club, I'm about to get me one
Left cheek, right cheek, I told her fuck some
Catch me riding in that vert, gold chain
Hang on the bottom of my shirt, ain't no telling what it's worth
Stupid cat on me, of course we do it big, money
Ain't no telling what it is, holla
Earing hang low, everything got gold
Got all that tin chains, bout to put on'
Earing hang low, everything got gold
Got all that tin chains, bout to put on'let's go
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
Mr. T, call me Mr. T
Mr. T, Mr. T
20 chains on my neck like Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
Mr. T, call me Mr. T
Mr. T, Mr. T
20 chains on my neck like Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Money over everything, that's all I need
It's AOB, MOB, AC
Facing only niggas like Mr. T
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
I pity these niggas, they can't fuck with me
They hating me 'cause they bitch on me
Nigga try to trap me and watch that lemon squeeze
Rocky Balboa couldn't fuck with me
Kodak moment, bitch is perfect, main attraction
I be flashing, they be asking how I do it
I be stunting, I be getting to that money
My jewelry is so damn flashy
Everybody wanna take a picture with me
'Cause they know it's Mr. T
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
Mr. T, call me Mr. T
Mr. T, Mr. T
20 chains on my neck like Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers like Mr. T
She pop it from the back like a Tommy gun
But all she get is hard dick and bubble gum
All these bitches in the club, I'm about to get me one
Left cheek, right cheek, I told her fuck some
Catch me riding in that vert, gold chain
Hang on the bottom of my shirt, ain't no telling what it's worth
Stupid cat on me, of course we do it big, money
Ain't no telling what it is, holla
Earing hang low, everything got gold
Got all that tin chains, bout to put on'
Earing hang low, everything got gold
Got all that tin chains, bout to put on'let's go
30 chains on my neck like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers, call me Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
Mr. T, call me Mr. T
Mr. T, Mr. T
20 chains on my neck like Mr. T
Gold everything, going like Mr. T
12 ranks on my bangers like Mr. T