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Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,

Luv Me Luv Me

Janet Jackson

Mr. Lover Lover: The Best of Shaggy, Pt. 1 [#1]

1999

undercover, uh, uh
Mr. Lover, uh, check out, check out

(Ooh, boy) and I just love the way you just fog up my window sills, baby
Yeah, woo
(Ooh, boy) let's

undercover, uh, uh
Mr. Lover, uh, check out, check out

(Ooh, boy) and I just love the way you just fog up my window sills, baby
Yeah, woo
(Ooh, boy) let's

shit, " he says
"you got to look at it from my point of view
I always wanted to say this
To the judge: ‘Think about
Your son if your son grew
Up in

trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil

on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes

You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

Middle Man

B.o.B

Ether

2017

Mister
Yeah, hey Mister

Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister

Mr. Kanye West, you know!
Can't forget, Stack Bundlez, what up b?!
Uh, Poo Bear
Everybody showin' me love my whole Fort Minor family!
Styles

that I had for a nigga
Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?
My

much
Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?
Mr Mr Mr ow much ow much
Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?
There's nothing I love more than a Samuel

smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat

scream out "yes", naw
(Mr. Lover)
Sugar

Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way you're designed

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

a casualty
I'm blowin' out your cavities
Keep a pocket rocket for
The people pocket watchin'
Pull up with a Glock and cock it
Got you beggin' not to pop it

I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)

Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch

[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new

a shot through his Apple Watch
He ain't have no time to speak
I wanna say "Free AB!"
A nigga who showed you respect from the gate
My love go out to him

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

Yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, 'cause they gon' bang for me, yeah (keep goin'!)
I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came

jail
You could fuck five black dudes in the middle of the cell
Fucking with me cause I'm a teenager, I'ma fuck your whore wife later
Searching my

into me, then suck it all up out of me
I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies
You fuckin' with my math, you better know some

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

reach and his potential
Rhymes gonna keep you alive, you live through
Universal - love and respect go out to Guru

You always reminded me of what I