Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
I don't want your millions mister
I can't use no diamond ring
I want the right just to live mister
Give me back my job again
I don't want your Rolls
amnesia, fuck your cigarette, I don't remember a thing (straight up)
Hit Candler Road, put ten on my ride, any car I want, I buy it
Couple niggas out here
support but they still phoney
They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit 'less there's a diss on it
Down to die for this
oh oh oh oh oh!
Want your bad romance!
Caught in a bad romance
(I don't wanna be friends)
Oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
Want your bad romance!
Hand in the bowl when your hand really cold
Work the light in the day shift
I don't really give a fuck as long as I get paid shift
New Cadillac,
que t'es loin de chez toi
I live what I want without never regretting anything
I make you move your head, I'm sure that you like the feeling
Don't need
I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to live, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Now, I
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
Quiet, shhh
Bitch don't make a sound
Yeah
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy tell my
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man.
When I'm high I'm a beast ahn (ayan)
Say goodbye to your mister (mister)
Cause I want you and your sister (ayan)
Make I roll up my rizzla (rizzla)
When
I don't want your millions, Mister,
I don't want your diamond ring.
All I want is the right to work, Mister,
Give me back my job again.
Now, I
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
I don't want your millions, Mister
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is the right to live, Mister
Give me back my job again
Now, I don't
stock
Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop
I told that girl I only want all the top
Because punani always fall on my lap (yeah)
They know that I
rush
2 3 4 everybody to the door
Try to shiting on me
I'll lay you on the floor
I ask that mister with the illest skillest
King of the rap in the back
the box until the money fill it (money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it (make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush
way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war
Now
4 moving parts, chorus by Tiffany
Back then I didn't want your sympathy
Right now I watch these bitches
All simp for me
Crazy how that talk about me
you’re good?
We’ve got a million pretty faces here in Hollywood
But she said
Mister, mister – hold your tongue
Don’t think you know what you will hear
'bout? (You're a liar)
I traded my 1988 Mercedes for it (that's a lie)
Man, don't front, you know what Rush is about, man
(You're a liar) Yo, why you be
don't rush
Don't rush my girl don't rush
Don't rush my girl don't rush
No need to rush so me affi go slow
Feel your touch so me affi go low
Put my pride
TOM:
Look, I really dont think this is a good idea. It feels way too soon to be seeing a shrink?
CINDY:
Really? Well, thats always your problem,
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