Lyrics:
them
By not giving them for what they became great at
By not giving them for what they do
No, pass that along to them, bless them
Let them do what
What we do ain't nobody gotta know, yeah, she my long time OG
She my number one queen, my only, she know all about me, my homie
God told me, you know me,
Hey
Here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I got
used to be a little bit like you
Much less respected, but bad timing with a lady, too
What will you do
Mr. Smith, art is like a cruel red-haired
can be is what I am and who I am
Chasing women when I should be recording
Invite a couple then I invite some more in
Next thing you know it's 3 in
Tobias:
Nothing’s gonna harm you,
No, sir,
Not while I’m around.
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
And what do you mean a “man”?
Tobias:
Demons are prowling
love you
Lucy I'd be twice the
Wife she was I
What love you. Could that
Thing have cared for
Have I you, like me?
Done?
Mrs. Lovett, you
to you
I'm talking to you Mr shy one
Standing over there on the other side I'm talking to you
Ah know yuh looking ah see you watching
Ah know yuh want it
certainly, coming right up.
Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now.
Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?
[Mr. Jones]
Hey, what's up? What's up?
and hidin
is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
man I thought you had this game in a snag
How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
Listen Mr
Don't stop whatever you doing it got me out my body
I can not bury this feeling because its out of body
Oh darling what an experience this is out
me tell you Something
I want to know who Cherie is
I want to know who Barbara is
I want to know who Julie is
And Miss September, what
What do you
can't afford
To give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you're higher than every star above
Mr. Big Stuff, tell me
Just who do you think you are
Mr
doesn't want to live without the hope to love
(What do you think you are?
You are just an old man who never feels ok and try to stay alive
The sun has been
gettin high
Cuz I want to
Imma live my own life cuz I want to
Still hussle every night cuz I want to
Get drunk and start a fight cuz I want to
Do what I
to say that I don't know how things began to exist
And I'm not going to pretend that I do, like you are
Caller-I know for sure, from personal experience
what bosses do
Do what the bosses do
View what the bosses view
View what the bosses view
You got to sacrifice
If you want to move
Like bosses move
Now
I am a lyricist
I got experience
And I just can't stop making hits
I am a lyricist
I kno u feeling this
This is that fresh out of 20 shit
Right
going
To be a lot of conversations after tonight!
Khaled, I know you got hitters from
Miami please do not send
Them at my head i just
Want to have
they can't do what I do on the hook
I won't text, I won't call
But they still go wait in
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not hurt my gang
Yo Mr. Man, can you
I want the
Ten piece hey I got me some now I don't give a fuck but uh huh yeah you
All ain't gonna know nothin' bout this O.G. shit
Unless you
everybody
All these girls asking me who hurt you
I'm like all of y'all
Yeah yeah
Let these women tell it
That a nikka bitter
Like I do right by them
And I
representin' VP, you know how we do
You 'bout to say to yourself, what what
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't
can do.
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone.
Have a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer.
Santa Claus is sitting here.
Mr. Goldstone I love you
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