Lyrics:
The time has come I'm gonna cast my spell
You see standing by the window waiting for you to show
I know that's why I call you Mr. 12 double O
Got me covered
these college
Guys that keeps my knowledge wise
You're my crutch but now I fall
Cause you're someone i can't touch
Now no one wants to help me
Up
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
time was torn
'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me down
Broke my foot up in some niggas
Stab me up and shoot me down
But you can't knock me off my pivot
I'm a reaper
Don't be hollering bout your people
I got
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
what it is though?
Cause ayy, I love Drake, I love Khaled, but
That set that song up, bruh and let me
Tell you something: MTV, fuck
You, once again
roller coaster then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
roses
Spread em down to my feet
I want my roses
While i could still see
Don't give me no praise
When I'm six foot deep
Tell a nigga you love him
When you
on my grind, did I get a little love?
Yeah bit by God
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, oh
I'm a girl, I visit bathroom
close my eyes: complete terror
A stationary free-fall seemingly never-ending
I'm aware of everything, it's too much
Overloaded by what's going through my
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I could flying with them
Now your not here
Like the sun trough the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf
'cause you smiled at me for being in your way! Aw, I'll never forget it, Mr. Gable. Honest. You're my favorite actor!
I don't care what happens, let
my life but I can't die
Money on my head that you can't buy
You are not the plug you a damn lie
Acting like a thug but you can't lie
I'm in first class
to to make others smile
But on my own, something else for myself
And look what it's done to you
Spread yourself too thin
So much more to prove
With one foot
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
'm petrified and nervous
I got no mercy for these
Niggas tryin' to serve us
But if you catch me outta pocket
Then I'm got you love to shoot a nigga but
You
you're gone
E, now you're standing in my sight
R, losing half your life
Nowhere left to run
When you're sitting in a stun
Timer ticking down to 1, W,
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