Mr. Reaperman
Mr reeper man
Mr reeper man
I know why these niggas weepin
Ain't no weefer fam
I got tension in my back cus I ain't sleeping slim
I got vision being free
And still pay Uncle Sam
Give me my flowers
Before my final hour
May you live in peace
Before you rest in power
I hope I die hero
Befo I live a coward
I'm doing good
I'm smoking plenty sour
These hoes a fuck you over for a couple dollars
Pockets got a knot like a bag of whoppers
All this green on me shirt ain't got no collar
The vibes I'm giving off is such a panty dropper
Make her pop it sumn proper
Ordenville and bacher
I'm like lava in yo lap while it's gettin hotter
My daddy raised a Don
That's y yo daughter bopper
If i ever have beef I chop it wit a chopper
hoe I be the postman
Call up Kevin Costner
Dog all these hoes like a boy Hoya
Although I'm to the cake me no Betty Crocker
Lie good like A lawyer
Secrets in a locker
Walk in peace I know a god
And my mother's father
If a cup have a handle serve it with a saucer
I need that ass phat waist snatched mrs Carter
Mr reeper man
Mr reeper man
I know why these niggas weepin
Ain't no weefer fam
I got tension in my back cus I ain't sleeping slim
I got vision being free
And still pay Uncle Sam
Greet me like a king
Bitch bow and kiss
Royal cloth gucci slips
Hotel suites to maybach lyfts
One of ones nigga
Classic shit
Tell yo girl I'm on some nasty ish
Bite her butt while I squeeze her tits
I stay polished even I'm nappy
I got goons all up in my family
I don't think they understand me
Treat my like I'm Stanley
Rip to Nes, Bone, nigga and my daddy
Think about em daily boy I miss my dawgs badly
Yo the sunshine dim is different in the valley
Loud bags flight trips
Ya only piece of happy
The collards keep boiling
Gotta healthy granny
I just want the money nigga yaw can have the Grammy
Kale shrooms n broccoli in my salads
Eat a lil pussy so my diet balanced
Clean the plate leave no mess fuck a napkin
Mr reeper man
Mr reeper man
I know why these niggas weepin
Ain't no weefer fam
I got tension in my back cus I ain't sleeping slim
I got vision being free
And still pay Uncle Sam
Mr reeper man
I know why these niggas weepin
Ain't no weefer fam
I got tension in my back cus I ain't sleeping slim
I got vision being free
And still pay Uncle Sam
Give me my flowers
Before my final hour
May you live in peace
Before you rest in power
I hope I die hero
Befo I live a coward
I'm doing good
I'm smoking plenty sour
These hoes a fuck you over for a couple dollars
Pockets got a knot like a bag of whoppers
All this green on me shirt ain't got no collar
The vibes I'm giving off is such a panty dropper
Make her pop it sumn proper
Ordenville and bacher
I'm like lava in yo lap while it's gettin hotter
My daddy raised a Don
That's y yo daughter bopper
If i ever have beef I chop it wit a chopper
hoe I be the postman
Call up Kevin Costner
Dog all these hoes like a boy Hoya
Although I'm to the cake me no Betty Crocker
Lie good like A lawyer
Secrets in a locker
Walk in peace I know a god
And my mother's father
If a cup have a handle serve it with a saucer
I need that ass phat waist snatched mrs Carter
Mr reeper man
Mr reeper man
I know why these niggas weepin
Ain't no weefer fam
I got tension in my back cus I ain't sleeping slim
I got vision being free
And still pay Uncle Sam
Greet me like a king
Bitch bow and kiss
Royal cloth gucci slips
Hotel suites to maybach lyfts
One of ones nigga
Classic shit
Tell yo girl I'm on some nasty ish
Bite her butt while I squeeze her tits
I stay polished even I'm nappy
I got goons all up in my family
I don't think they understand me
Treat my like I'm Stanley
Rip to Nes, Bone, nigga and my daddy
Think about em daily boy I miss my dawgs badly
Yo the sunshine dim is different in the valley
Loud bags flight trips
Ya only piece of happy
The collards keep boiling
Gotta healthy granny
I just want the money nigga yaw can have the Grammy
Kale shrooms n broccoli in my salads
Eat a lil pussy so my diet balanced
Clean the plate leave no mess fuck a napkin
Mr reeper man
Mr reeper man
I know why these niggas weepin
Ain't no weefer fam
I got tension in my back cus I ain't sleeping slim
I got vision being free
And still pay Uncle Sam
Credits
Writer(s): Darrick Colbert
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