Lyrics:
We got them dollars piling up like Mr Krabs
And if I pull up on you boy it's gonna be tragic
We got them dollars piling up like Mr Krabs man
We're
blessing from the kingdom.
When you wish to begin this program,
Place you're right hand on the scanner
And tightly clench up you're butt cheeks as you
and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
a.k.a mr.enron
u already kno dirty money,clean money, its just money nah'm sayin
bitch
young money,cash money,old money whatever man
its ya boy man
i talk
friend Mr. Skipijankings now storming off
the forced hole, not with out hearing some expletive
words hurled at him by the classless lord of the lace.
Tears
(Da, da-da, da, da, da, da
Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
Da, da, da)
Met, this girl down by the vine
Had long tan legs and big brown eyes
the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm
Baliff, could
the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type
they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
Damn, Mr
crazy)
Now Its that Mr Christian true religion
(Bobby Brown) new edition
Coalition, burn the grass if I catch that boy boy (boa) constricting
I'm bringing
if it boy
Brown
Brown
Brown
Brown
Sugar
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to look
Lovin right here and my body shook
to the brown boy
N they willin' to get down
Put you up in the crown
Where you can't be found boy
Just so you know they will
Connect that n they won't be
of the field was this little boy, right?
I couldn't believe my eyes, it was midnight
Long black braid with his legs crossed, starin' at the stars with his
Mr Bitches Mr Get Right on the beat bro
Gave me the cheat codes Ridin around with a whole lotta heat though
While my seat low call me El Nino
All coke
on first." "Yeah" "The fellow's name" "Who" "That's right."
"The world will note that the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima."
Abbott: "Who Is
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
Barbossa and Thanos right now
I told my nigga Genie push it we'll figure it out
Holla at me Millie, if you need Bobbi Brown
I never listen to these rappers
(Just You and Me)
[Girl]
You're the one for me
[Mr. Capone-E]
That's right
This is Mr. Capone-E
Droppin dis song for all the lovers (baby when
to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
By the sea, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep
khakis in this mother****
I'm lookin' for a thick one
Pecan brown, she lookin' for the slim one
Loves to go down, she say she likes the big one
I need her
you boy getting so tough
Haa haa haa
I mix my business with pleasure oh I do
Vodka with brown I guess I could do 2
If she single or not I won’t assume
mr killa
Winston came thru with the bang
Shut it all down
I curtained you right by the ring
Its the river that i flow by it is in my veins
Real dirty
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