Lyrics:
dala if the tshwala is for free dont gala just gwala its the Cee
Don't dala if the tshwala is for free dont gala just gwala its the Cee
Sy slaap by Mr
victimized by these crooked guys
These crazy snakes are wolves in sheep's disguise
All they want is your vote but they don't hear the cries
Lemme tell you
President
Let me tell you something
I walked across your room
And I believe in nothing
Hey Mr President
Now it's time to run
I'll come at your door with no
of America... Fabulous
Now, is there any hard limit that I have
Perhaps Mrs. Hobert Flynn?
Is there any hard limit that I have
In terms of legislation that I'm
mind
Dear Mr. President, I'm at risk of losing my life
Dear Mr. President, can you go back and make it right
Dear Mr. President, all we need is a little
Hey, Mr President I don't think I'd want your job
I can barely handle the simple one I got
Hey, Mr President how cool is Air Force One?
Are those
Even though it seems absurd
Look at the sun, she till cares
They say the sun is a passionate star
Such a passionate star, such a passionate star
We know
and Blue" his head is made of lumber
And solid as a rock
He is a common worker and
His name is Mr block and Block thinks he may
Be President some day
Oh, Mr
played some shows there fancy lucky me
But it is really slow there with our new president on TV
Too many politicians and liberal Christians they're all
the President how to dress.
No one bugs him if his oval office is a mess.
No one tells him when it's time to mow the White House lawn.
And if anybody tried to you
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
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
Miller
Say what
The funky president
Choppin' it up and whackin' it out
Is how it's about
Crazy zonin' bags-a-bonin', go
It's the Mushrooman, JT, Mr
making sense
For my country if you talk na offense ye ye ye
But now the game is over
We can’t take it any longer
All my people rise make we stand like
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
. Officer, Mr. Officer
Why do you wanna see me in a coffin, sir?
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
I don't wanna be layin a coffin, sir
No, no, no
[El Dorado]
It's
Hey, Mr. President, you got da brass ring
So used to getting what you desire
Feelin' high and mighty.. ain't it good to be king?
No way that you
to get out
You know you guys are whispering pretty loud
Damn, it's signed by the President
The fu
The fucking President
Right there
What are you guys
Who with their hands with limited resources
Have refused to surrender
Check it
Mr president, this is for the people who you're tryna fool
This is for
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
Path we can grasp
And if it is
Man fuck this shit
I'm going down as a rebel
With my hand on my dick
I'm screaming fuck this shit
I'm screaming fuck this
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
excluded from the room for being so headstrong
In the playground gaming, asking Mr Wolf, "what's the time?"
If a kid is taking too few steps he brings them
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