Lyrics:
ya sponsor
Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical
Mr. Tim's other hand
ask my baby momma threw
All the drama imma shine imma grind and picture the
booth with a big bank roll
Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my
Ready
It's just Madman (609-9-9-9)
Moving at Mach 3
You can slow me down, but you can't stop me
I'm gon' shine
Yea the whip so clean
I'm gon' shine
for breakfast then I send yo' ass to work (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Big blunt of Gelato and Wedding Cake for dessert (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Said, hey, Mrs
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and it's gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr
Hey there, Mr., Mr. Go-Getter
Did it hurt when you fell into your six-feet dream
We missed you, now it's too late
And the world still spins without
for the 50’s
Stock ‘em and cop a Bentley
Bring the big wigs
I question what you’re here for,
Lets just grab life by the horns
Get ripped, ride hard
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
trizack
[method] shine like heaven
Seven [red] six [meth] five [red] four
[meth] three [red] two [meth] one
[redman] come on mr. smith, come get some!
[ll
You a fiend, codeine, drink promethazine
Make it flip, Mr. Bird
Big blunt, Thicc bitch is all I need
All I need, all I, all I need
Mr. BIRD, gettin
go, you gotta let it go, keep living your life cause it's your time, to shine
Your time, to shine your time, to shine, your time, to shine
By myself
one by one
Up the chimney
You're a vile one, Mr grinch
You're a nasty wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk mr
Performed by Jimmy Buffett, The Great Gonzo, and Rizzo The Rat
From Kermit UnPigged - Jim Henson Records BMG Kidz.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey Look Gonzo,
like a big crib
I love it when you look me bad way
Then you call my demons right way
I don't even care how you see me
I been by myself sinds broke days
And a message from her spirit's high descendant
Oh-oh
Mrs. Postman
This commonality
Won't let her be fooled by low conditions
"Oh-oh"
Says Mrs. Postman
a garden
Sell this farm and buy a garden
Leave this land behind
Sometimes the sun 'round here don't shine
Loading up that big flatbed Ford
With the year
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the dream big
I was living by the side watching kids that are rich ridding bike ,shinning teeth but I never had shit
I got water in my eyes, reminiscing and I
bet that bitch know who she playin' for
Mr. Coach Carter
Or Mr. Go Harder
And I like my kush dry
Like a fish with no water
Swagger stupid perfect
I shine in spaces where time is just a glare
Hold the mic like a memory
I shine in spaces where time is just a glare
Hold the mic like a memory
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