Lyrics:
you gone see is a ditch
And black hole
Only big interest blue honcho
Big hundos
Run in your trap
Bitch we clean it
With mops
No Mr. clean
Mr. Clutch
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they
In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden
As she raced across her yard to ask her neighbor Mrs. Clancy
"what was that?"
wage
I’m racking Benjamin’s now
This is that independent
Go and get it.
Look how we getting rich wow
I like my presidents blue in the face
Got a few
disgrace"
If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face
I have the honor to be your obedient servant
A dot Burr
Mr. Vice President
Mr. Aireq Jonsin
(Wooh)
Alright so
I ain't got no way to set this shit up
But this is the type of chick I'm looking for
That's all I gotta say
They
(555)
It's about the race to the fortune
The race to the green
Tell us to buy more little tokens
For Mr. President's slot machine
555 (555)
555 (555)
Dear Mr President
What you say is irrelevant
Always leaking intelligence
Even the news ain't making sense
We in the dark now world ran by sharks
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
You
in da door they step on your foot
They play da game but dey aint it playing by the book
Jada the president of def jam that's a good look
Got some many
My current state scared to bring a seed in
Presidents busy tweeting
Explain why he ain't impeached yet
Mind searching for some peace yeah
Freedom
five million light bulbs in neon
I'm the rhyme writer God provided to be on
The track so the fact is that I gotta put the heat on cuz
Jesus (and all I
a
One man stand alone phenomenon
Microphone misery you sufferin taste my repetoire
In your face like a buck fifty, done with the razor
I'm felt by
Yo I'm a family man who do family shit
So if you hating on that you can (suck my dick)
Fuck you wanna be gangsters in the bricks
If you want to be
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
You’ll have the power but you’ll never have control
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Mr. President
Happy birthday to you
Though
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
it, I hit it off the rip
I'm off tip, woke up to whip like this
That icy wrist, you will never hit like this, like this
The fresh so frigid, I go by Mr
had to get out quick
Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop,
It's President Kennedy callin' me up.
Italian just to make sure you capichè
I'm getting sicker by the minute
I didn't take my medicine
21 guns and they salute me like the president
How the hell
The first rapper
That couldn’t be stopped by Illuminati
Feel like Tupac back in a different body
Not ye
I know that Jesus got me
God blessed me
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
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