Lyrics:
personally
Touch me baby, give me what you got
Like hands up like this a burglary
Give it to ya it’s so contagious call me Mr. Biggs
Well certainly
We can’t,
Shout out Mr. Biggs
I'm at the age where I'm finding my prime now
It's grind time
Had to to get this off of my mind now
Come find mine -Loving, see
can't know where keke be
On the road to riches
And I'm driving on a easy street
Detour to yo bitch crib
To get between the sheets
Like I'm Mr. Biggs
I'm
late
I did it, not him but that’s another debate
This yeezus season, talk is treason
say whatever when it’s time to sell a album season
put a Hoodie
car
Slide in, Slide out
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution by: Soundrop
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr toad
Popularized by Bing Crosby
(17) Gina Lollobrigida: Famous Italian
Actress born 1927, still living (93 in 2021)
One
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
The following program has been brought
To you by Rhymesayers Entertainment
by him,
And when the young man saw the slow police car He took off a fearfully runnin
“No grounds? No grounds?” Mr. Zimmerman thought “If there’s no
selector
Bounce it, bounce it, smoke by the ounces
Tan leather couches, niggas that own houses (Yeah)
Testing, testing, treat you like a nigga locked down
Take it in day by day I'm living no regrets
And we raging (Mr. Rager)
False alarms (there's no danger)
Colors red, white and green up in a dream (this
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
Chevrolet
Cops pulled them over
Time to pay—the hard way
The killers stood trial
Spent 5 years on death row
In 7 by 10 feet cells
Where the time goes by real
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
pressure's blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car
more, Percy, or you'll wind up looking like a dog, ha, ha
He was later arrested near a lamppost
At his trial some months later he surprised everyone by
more, Percy, or you'll wind up looking like a dog, ha, ha
He was later arrested near a lamppost
At his trial some months later he surprised everyone by
did your time, many years goodbye
Go outside every night, never mind your life
You will rise, at the trial when he split's the sky
Will you lie? Will
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
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