Lyrics:
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
that sex appeal
Deep in the mood it's surreal
Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
And then I tune into the TV
All I see
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you
Hey Mr
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
the Mighty Mos Def
White folks gotta mumbled the chorus beneath they breathe
(I didn't say it)
But they'll say it out loud again
When they get with they
at me now'
Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Can you play my favorite song (will you play my favorite song)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make
she fastin'
Look at that ass it's fantastic
Go get that money lil bitty bitch (go get it)
Now hop on that pole and get nasty
She won't let you smash
to the hook and I
Get back at you in five" because
Hey lil mama
It's Young Money you heard about it
It's like a fairytale book and pokin' out it
And I ain't
Money to long I only keep it a buck
I see how she looking at me now shorty stuck
And my money to strong I'm out here running a muck I slide
I slide lil
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
You's a thinker ho
What you thinkin bro? Need to
Get your money way up
UGK and Three 6 Mafia got
Your girl trained up
I'm still trappin in hell
My
I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off
standing by.
How does that make you feel?)
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!
I wanna shine some pennies!
I wanna mend some leather!
I wanna Krazy-glue my head
lil shawty, you dead like a vegetable
I go undetectable, they say I need
This bitch look at me
And said I'm unforgettable
This shit ain't preventable
a good lawyer that's why Ima free man
I spend a lil money now she drinking semen
Thinking I'm gettin hit by a drought you was dreaming
How you gettin hit
nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side
was OJ
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
I'm Mr President as they say
And that phantom fits
interested in any of the cuffin
Want me bad, but to me it's nothing
I'll have to go ghost like the flying Dutchman
Let's get this money, Mr. Krabs, I got dope
All I want is my money like I'm Mr. Krabs Niggas they be talking pussy nigga you ain't
get a bag All of my niggas got a bag and they spin it
Back How
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
'ma get money, nigga I'ma get money
Brand new black Ferrari fat boy known to pop a clutch
Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must
By the way that
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
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