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of stones like Pimp said and shit)
(Uh, yeah)
Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems
My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise
I
alright, Mr. Knox. Wait a moment, let me turn this down.
SFX: Footsteps
Knox: What a magnificent voice, who is that sir?
Roosevelt: It’s the very first
frontin' wit no artillery
So what your girlfriend got to do with me
Lil' Scrappy gettin' cash and cut your throat for free
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck
Quasimoto
Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me
No foe too strong, no odds too long
No price too high, he's put some by
No dodge, no doubt, no backing out
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby
If humanity's
of Fame
Mr. Marley, them know your name
Ragamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame
When the music hit you, you no feel no pain
In Mt. Zion is where he live
. Marley in the Hall of Fame
Mr. Marley, them know your name
Ragamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame
When the music hit you, you no feel no pain
In
You still stuck around and stayed by my side
What really hurt me is I broke your heart
Baby, you a good girl and I had no right
I really wanna
Ooh...
I could tell when I step in the room and I saw you standing there
There ain't no doubt about the way that you move
I couldn't help
jealous or you jes?
Overprotected don't fuck around and get no injection
Not bout the bitch but bout the principle
That you want to see me living life
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
fuckin' body, I bet he lose some pounds
Who that is
Boy that's Mr. Stand-On-Business
Top of city, we gon' hit this fuckin' block, it ain't no missin'
Who
Yeah (mhm)
You know what (mhm)
I like the playettes (mhm)
No diggity, no doubt (mhm)
Play on playette (mhm)
Play on playette (mhm)
Yo Dre, drop
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm
A weak excuse
No I'm no fool
Just kiss me
I thought this was a one off
Not two years of back and forth
You're nearly twice my age
And you've already
the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out
Put hands on these n*****, then put
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me, excuse me)
Excuse me, excuse me Mr. Bouncer
My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin',
that I'll make it nothing stopping me
And it is not but it will be no excuses
So any barriers before me I'll remove them
Speak what I seek til I see what
me ready like a fierce lion in a battle field
My nigga I got no excuse
Hey Mr. wealth I've been searching for you all years long
With my bro Mr. hustle
back no doubt
Yeah I do this for my momma now
I ain’t do it for no one else
Except my team that’s 33
I got their back, and they got me, and all you just
Did you doubt me
I hope you didn't
Did you doubt me
I hope you didn't
I hope you bigged me up in high regards
And thought that I would be a star
that minimum pay
Ugh
Aye Mr. Bossman
You gotta show what you say
And pay what you owe
By the end of the day
I don't need excuses
I don't need
Yeah (mhm)
You know what (mhm)
I like the playettes (mhm)
No diggity, no doubt (mhm)
Play on playette (mhm)
Play on playette (mhm)
Yo Dre, drop
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