Lyrics:
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
wit the thugs
Cause I don't like the phoneys
But I'm louder just like tony
And I do dirt by my loney
I'm iced out, thuged out aw man, stop
My 95 on your
don't like go get the dick I'll give you a taste!
Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes
That got me fillin' in by the million
Fucka
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
Mr. Banks:
A man has dreams of walking with giants
To carve his niche in the edifice of time
Before the mortar of his zeal
Has a chance
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
[ woman ]
Oh my God, I think I'm having a rap attack..
[ Ecstacy ]
Somebody get a doctor!
Quick, man
She's having an attack!
[ Jalil ]
She said 'rap
When I was just a child, my life was,
Oh, so simple.
And the ways of the great world
Seemed strange and funny.
Then when I was a young man,
I
the way home I'll be warm
Later on
We'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Mr. Micheal Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Word to MoneyBagg, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin)
I'm tryna
Went a eight and a half, 29 ways
A medium search take a look at my face
You check up my hair and then you look in my eyes
Cause all I'm here to do
Mrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree."
"Roger, a squad car is on the way."
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
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
I was
Back
I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own
They turned it into something else and Mr. Logan's long gone
My best friend David,
with my infrared
You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I
Claus)
As we dream by the fire(Here comes Santa Claus)
To face unafraid
The plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
K4mo:
Knock knock
Guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr Eazi, Major Lazer inna beamer
Oh my gawd
I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
The faucet leaks, the TV's on the blink again
But my restless dreams are still intact
Even though it's takin?way too long
Got a hundred dollars in a coke
I believe in phone calls
When you're not by my side
Especially when it's lonely
In the middle of the night
If you believe that true love
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