Lyrics:
that can pull them through
A minute or two can mean so much
Or maybe it's the one across the street
He's asking if there's anything they need
'Cause
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey, Mr
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again
(All I have in this world all I have in this world
All I have all I have all I have in this world)
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Yeah
Niggas got me walking round this bitch feel like
I’m Marvin Sease
Yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta playa shit ya understand me
3rd Street
Chop Shop Boyz
hide from the fame
I'm seein it mane, I'm seein vain
Damn that's my nigga 10 deep in the game mane
You hit the streets with Cane
Hit the streets in
the post service duck and dodge and I'm a track that cash
When I hit Lil momma from the back I'm Mr smack that ass
Mr went to jail and focused up and got his
jackin', str8 jackin'
What, what
Yall can test me but you aint getin nothin' x2
Second Verse :[Mr. Shadow]
Step a lil closer, cause I ain't scared
I
hit her in the Benz, we fuckin' all in the street
Bitch, I can't be your Batman, all, all red on, I'm slatt man
Do numbers like a stat man, can't
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
a shit (Uh)
Steady just stacking my chips (Yeah)
I'm bout my dough like my name Mr. Krabs
I'm bout my dough like my name Mr. Krabs
I'm bout my dough like
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey Mr
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
and some swisher
Give me a smooch, then pass that swisher
New lil' boyo round the block, he stay blazin'
Out the park hitta, Mr. Quick Buck
Big truck, I
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