Lyrics Mr. 17 - Ugo Blk

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It's Mr.17 and its OTP coming up the Creek
I been up throughout the whole week I can't even sleep
I can't even eat I can't rest in peace know I still got work to do
Knowing they can't fuck with me yuh

Know I still got work to do knowing they can't fuck wit me yuh

It's Mr.17 and its OTP coming up the Creek
I been up throughout the whole week I can't even sleep
I can't even eat I can't rest in peace know I still got work to do
Knowing they can't fuck with me
Baby say she stuck with me .40 cal be tucked with me
Ain;t no nigga touchin me I'm the shit not flushing me no bluffin B
Did it all for profit name a hustle we ain't ran up
And I'm Devin Miles cause I'm just tryna run my bands up
Gotta put my mans up pass it to my teammates
Adding up the these and the cake we need cheesecake
Money like a sweepstake blow another bag
Never been no cheapskate pop another tag
She popped another tab she been rollin off the molly
Bitch we do it like a rag that's for certain no prolly
Every beat get bodied every verse is life threatening
Give a fuck if it's written or off the head no excedrin yuh
Jumpin off the porch fuck a parashoot
Don't be no dummy we can crash like it's bandicoot
Cop a big body like damn the coupe
I got love for all my niggas love is to the troops yea
Designed to not give a fuck I been working on myself I'll just keep it a buck yea
Cause I go nutter than nuts I'll knock the butter out your tubber if you ever get buck yea uhh
Came out the booth in the rain
I got mud on my body just to deal with the pain damn yea
I'm an ape that untamed somebody call the fire marshall send the booth up in flames
It's Blk