Lyrics:
place yourself high above us
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
We
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man
I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
Forever rocking by myself I just gotta get it
I'm just chasing Mr. banker man run me up them digits
All my friends are dead presidents yeah, yeah
free ma people go home Mr president free IDPs,
Am saddened by the plight of my people in Benue,Nasarawa, Taraba, no Nigeria citizen deserves to be
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six
Teen million people, all equal at this high
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
Dear me president tell me what can you do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Married with kids still fit the description
Mr
DO YOU FEEL SAVE MR. PRESIDENT?
BY TORBEYNS JOANNES HENRICUS YVO
LYRICS
ARE YOU GOING TO BOMB OUR SCHOOL MR. POETIN?
WE WANT GRIL POWER
MARINA
(Hi, Brad)
(Hello, Mr. President)
(Happy to see you)
(What's "Same here" in Ukrainian?)
("Так само", We speak different languages in our life)
(Yes,
This song is for my mama,
This song is for you.
Hey mr. president,
Tomorrow i'm paying my rent
My fuel is runnin' low
And i've got places
Dear Mr. President
I need to ask some questions
I wanna know why you
So willingly condone these acts of oppression
Dear Mr. President
How do you
care so deeply
of the people, the people that see me
Mr Happy here's the thing
You know when you said just sing, sing, sing
like nobody's listening?
So
Watch us how we multiply
See We The People we decide
Remember, son, that you work for me
You? Mr. President? Please...
At the weakest targets and scream in the name of God
Oh, Mr. President
Its hard to call you this way
Because you should work for all
Not judging on color, gender
Caps with the slogan spoken by a broken man who never truly gave a damn & who don't understand
That people dying as he sitting in D.C
All I see is white
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president
Guitar Intro
Mr. President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask
than them
You can't have no Mr. Childs eating Panda Express
I'm burning sage in the studio 'fore I let niggas near
I leave my weapon by the speakers
You’ll have the power but you’ll never have control
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Mr. President
Happy birthday to you
Though
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