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She a ghost, Mrs. Ghost
She a ghost, Mrs. Ghost
She a ghost, Mrs. Ghost
She a ghost, Mrs. Ghost
She a ghost, Mrs. Ghost
I'm a go, cause she ghost
She

Aight so, this is just to warm them niggas up
Also to warn them niggas

(Back Back Back in the stu)

I'm 'bout to really take off with this shit
It's

Don't Let Go

Snoop Dogg

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

and locest of the locest
The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together
So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In

call me Lil' Bray, Mr , take your pack
Niggas quick on their feet, cause they really run track
If I see me out, then I'm doublin' back
You gotta be two

by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front

Mrs. Lovett:
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

(the low)
I ain't trickin' at all, I ain't spendin' no dough (none)
Won't catch me on no blogs, ain't linked to no hoes (I'm low low)
So, you gangster

the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy, cozy
By the sea Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy

Life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it

Just

Hang Lil Nigga
No they Don't got a Clue
The Mud where I came from Nigga
Started selling Nickels then I bought the whole thang
She my lil Freak so she

I know, you know
I ain't changed still ride solo
Antisocial
Know that I love you but I gotta go
Yeah I love a lil' different
Cause love as a child I

me, then she through
All these bitches, they comin' in twos Mr make somethin' shake, I don't play by the rules
We gon' camp on that block with the 9 in

Swords nigga
So I can finish killin' them
If you want music to drive-By
Torment minds like yours and Dr dre
But all I think about is S-K-I

(exaggerate

'm delicate
So in tune with the elements
Big dick bars yeah I need a pre-requisite
No OG has ever given
Inheritance to my relevance
10000 hours has qualified me

Everywhere
Nowadays.

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
     (Somewhat relieved, patting his head)
And so they are, dear.

Tobias:
I’ll send ’em howling,
I don’t care—
I

did my wrongs but I could be your Mr. Right (right)

It ain’t the end of the world or the end of ya life

I just wanna see you smile by the end

imaginary
So is the name I call it extra fucking cautionary
Store's legality is lawless, the reality is flawless
You won't need a wallet coz this place

too big
For just one person
So I'm by myself at night
Wishing you we're by my side
You can call me
You can call me
You can call me
Mrs Lonely
You can

mister
"Mr. fuck on your hoe" but no I can't kiss her
Can't cuff a lil' hoe cause no I can't miss her
Up on your grave I'm finna go piss
Like why niggas

Mr. Mambo

Tiffany

Greatest Hits

1996

Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul

Mr. Mambo (repeat)

I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like

I'm Mr. Reviewer
If I don't like it, then you need a tutor
You listen to me otherwise you're a loser
The artists you listen to, they are all snoozers

I'm Lupe they say I'm Lil' Wayne
They say I'm too Jay to portray new lay
They say I'm too nice to be a rapper
The prerequisite is gun clapping so what

points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep