Lyrics:
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And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do
Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga
Since you figure that you ready to box
You
I'm not coming down
No matter what you do
I like it up here without you
Go light, Mr. Bellamy
We'll have you down soon
No one to tell me
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays
Wop
Got, got it on smash
Bad lil', exotic
Hitmaka
OG Parker
Huh
Hands off of you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off of you (her)
Hands off
One, two
One, two, three, uh
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note says, "Mrs
killers, every gang with me lil nigga
War time, shooters that's four-nine
Put a murder on bro that's more time
Up mine, I'ma shoot thirty four time
on my own
Uh, lotta years went by with my hands tied up in your ropes
Forever and ever, no more
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin'
Head high up
(yeah)
Five thousand ones, yeah, you know Young wit' it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get and it (ha-ha)
Still Mr. Magic City, you know
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
Black Lives Matter
Mr officer why you stop me
Mr officer my hands are free
Mr officer please dont shoot me
Mr officer I can't breathe
Black Lives
profrain
Between Don Juan and the King of Spain
And, by herrons, I'll make 'em rue the time
When they swept the legs from a child of mine."
the world turn twice
[Mr.Ness]
And I'm Mr.Ness, that rock the best
And I'm ready to rock at your request
Go on, go on with your best
Raheim is gonna do
dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put
(Praswell up in here, haha)
Lil' Base sittin' up here on the bass (Refugees up in here)
While I'm on this, I got my girl L (ah, ah)
One time (one time),
Walk on Mr. Sheep
Walk on Dance, Mister!
Hey, he's doin'
OK Oh, oh Oh, he's all right
Let him get up by himself
Now I don't want to be too
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
Like the Grinch
It's Wop (J. White, I need a beat I can go)
Like the Grinch, I woke up and chose violence
I got your whole label deal in one
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
to lock up my hommies for...... Trippin?
Mr President
I ain't hesitant
I fly this kite up on behalf of...... And my resident
Blue collar taxpayers
a lil' Dom Perignon
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we finna carry on
I'm hollerin' at these shorties in the club tryna get right
We gon' be up in this
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
Sung by Mr. Black in an attic somewhere in suburbia
When a solution comes,
It's gonna breathe right down on everyone.
When a solution comes
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