Lyrics:
are fucking ugly
Donald: we can see his caddy and long time friend,
Mr. Skipijankings, trying to cox the Champion out of
the sand trap where he is
and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny
So baby we just can't let
The fire pass
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
with all of me
Now following the heart
As I'm finding what I lost
No more hiding all those scars
No denying who you are
You'll be shining with the stars
Nokos PR Manager
Mr. Choko Noko we believe that the show is just about ready to begin
Now before we get into it
We just wanted to remind you
That we have
with me
I'm experienced
Ain't my first time
Getting Benjamins
I'm spending money like Mr.Ren
All of my diamonds are glistening
Breathing in premium
lead
To the beginning of something bigger that'll outlive me
I came to figure out in life that it's 'bout how you peep
Like you need 20 years experience
asking for my name)
But now
(I must lie; I have to live because)
He has a smiling
(Everyone is gone and now we are here today)
Face
The answer of my lies
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
of interviews but now here you are
So we're thrilled to have you here you just
Feel like going out and saying hello?
Yeah, that's it
That's awesome i dig that
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
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
she wanna listen (Please)
So I'm taking a break, invite lil shawty and we sippin' (Aye aye)
Now we three cups deep, we gettin' tipsy (Yeh) then I hit it
oh
Ro'ra redi make I touch the body oh
Spend the dollar, make I spray the money oh
RM20GENG get the money o
Yeah
Oya get the money oh
Make we
at me now'
Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
Can you play my favorite song (will you play my favorite song)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make
some way constitutionally to do away with it, I would.
Senator Hawkins: This issue is too hot not to cool down
Senator Trible: Now, the effects of such
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
twenties and he got a patek, I'm born to really hold the game by its neck, in 5th grade frees-tying with my boy SHcQUON, he became one of the best, we came
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
yuh
20 Missed calls on your phone yuh
20 Missed calls by my phone yuh
20 Missed calls by the hotel
Why we talking trough a phone not seeing each other
give you an excuse to do it too, no, no
Mr. Officer, I can't breathe
'Cause you've been pressin' my neck wit' your knees, for years now
We're no
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
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