Lyrics:
to coast, The Kids See Ghost
To the most high, Imma touch the sky
Next up in the city, Looking extra fly
Im Mr. Get it Done, Someone testify
If you didn't get
I fall apart
It takes everything in me just
To get up each day
But it's wonderful to see that you're okay
Hello, Mr "Perfectly fine"
How's your heart
his life
But the sucka tried to run and get away with my money
Dem callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight
And if them
gives pain
With his whips and his chains
He knows just what you crave Mr. Torture
If you´re feelin' alone
Then just pick up your phone
Dial 18
to stand by my side
Still treckin along making it shake
Ball still bouncing gotta make plays
Or deal with the damaging affects
Of coming in second best
Get
now so we can let our love flow
Feel it tingle up...
The realisation that we set ourselves free
Friends divided by their countries
Passports and red
write down the line
I give sight to the blind, I'm
Comin through with the click
Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick
gonna start your runnin
HOOK
Mr Cant get right
he be thinking he dont never do wrong
he call me up in the middle of the night
send me crazy text to my phone
i dont want
never needed help
Your hoe love me bitch but I'm gon' fuck up by myself
All I want is my money like I'm Mr. Krabs Niggas they be talking pussy nigga you
get no fucks
Every time I try to care, I just give up, can't get no fucks
I'm Mr. To official , why i'm to official, I stand on business, boy I get it
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
place, we can do it
Oh, Johnny, no
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we just go through it
buildin'
Eh yo, real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin, get
make a date through tonight,
and then before hell breaks loose,
I'll just turn up the juice.
I say:
Hey all you people my name is mr smalls,
and some
like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
To give knowledge
Shawty listen up
Longevity always weighs out
The simple buck
Keep your foot on their neck
Never slippin up
Raise your glass in the air
We
you by the scruff of your hair
And no one knows the answer it's just round and round
Up at the San Pierre
Wanna take it easy for a month or two
Wanna
temptive Quivering euphoric oh so magnificent if ever so slightly magical energy of your existence
I feel I could grab the world by the scruff of the neck
Mr. Toolegit you'll never get your bitch back
Mr. Toolegit I'll never give your bitch back
Mr. Toolegit you'll never get your bitch back
Never get
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
he collect it
Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record
So what's left? No hopes of a career
So yeah, he's callin' Mr. Welfare!
Mr. Big
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
Discuss these give up to get by mr scruff Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In