Lyrics:
at Italy
When my old pal and my girlfriend
Gon' run the country
So I jump on a plane
I jump on a bus
I reach DC
Well, I'm Reagan, I'm Mrs. Nancy
Mrs
suicide
Yeah, you hate me, but I know you love me
I'm with Scruff & c4pri, yeah, lil' bitch
We going crazy (Do I love you? Maybe)
That bitch all on my
Hey
me, she love me
You think that she don't?
Might wife that lil baby
Don't think that I won't
Ay tell her girl I ain't your last man
Throw that shitty
on my cheeks
I am up in the dead of night
Fall in love if you fed him right
Bitch I'm up in the dead of night
Rat race
Move your feet if you with it
a chance to
Alright then, I'm out
**Beeps**
[Mr. Shadow]
Hey wuz up Rob, I got your message dogg
Meet me at Michi Park at 8 o'clock sharp
Get ready for
…
Not a thing to fear, my love…
What's dead, is dead!
Mrs. Lovett: Do you mean it?
Everything I did
I swear I thought was only for the best
your fate and I pray you don't end up in a lake
Do whatever it take, so many mistakes we made
But we gon' all get it right once we down by
it back, Lil' Kim press the rack
Lil' Kim:
Yeah I'm short and sexy, my love's divine
My name is QB and I blow your mind with the
(mouth noise)
who'll always understand
So if you feel that your soul is dyin'
And you need the strength to keep tryin'
I'll reach out and take your hand
(Repeat Chorus)
had to do
And it didn't really make sense
I was like wait what?!
Mr. Mooks
What do you mean
Jiby
Well she started out as a lounge singer right
She had
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
Well you know me, bright idea just popped into me head
and I keep thinking--
[Sung]
Seems a down right shame.
Todd:[Spoken]
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little
cop real estate
Love all your flaws, my nigga
And keep getting cake
'Cause who to say this shit a flaw anyway?
(Anyway)
Fuck how a nigga feel, fuck what
you count me out
I love when you count me out (sheesh)
I love when you count me out (sheesh)
I love when you count me out
My name is in your mouth
She my boo we will screw at least
Two bitches every week or two
Watch as I keep a few, Ice smoother the face
So bright It'll make you cover your face
, we met when I had worked at Hollister
She love my hair and by that I guess you guess Adrianna
Cause, she had worked in the salon right next
know that shit that
Happens to the Teflon, crazy
You ain't gotta pack a gat
I got your backs keep your front line
Or we can stall that
From the Cadillac
myself so I'm trying
To keep myself all in check, by writing dozens of rhymes (Listen to your heart)
It's time I listen to my heart when it starts talking
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
remember that I'm lost
And your secret pleasure coming at a cost
Dear Mr. Christian, I know you're on a mission
I know you say the answer to my problem is
of skunk
My girl keep complainin'
Poppin' junk and stuff
You say one more word, tramp
And I'ma fuck you up
Police came through and they cuffed me up
I'm out
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