Lyrics:
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
ain't a player if you don't know the play (Huh)
Play the game by the rules, this is how it's played
Wake up in the morning and I wash my face
Take a piss
a guitar, you quickly flick me away
Like a used up cigar and baby, I play no games
I hit with words that may hurt your chest
And dig in deep just to leave
Right Now
I’m Mr Right Now. I’m Sir Right Now
I apologize for the wait, I was with someone’s daughter
I know that’s a lil crude. But I can’t be called
We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray
Dexter (what?) (Rock, ro-)
I'm finna play the fuckin' guitar, you know what I'm sayin' (yeah)
I'm gonna play the drums
Ay little Marcus, I- I
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
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
on ya shoulders
I can't wait, It's now or never
So grab the bull by the horns
And get ready for forever
Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for
you buy
she dey play me guitar from jean paul
tell me what to do, if na to pay your igbese
me i stand fit
chop your ikebe,
me i can’t eat, since i no
guitar
Catch me on the Harley with your chick on my back
She clutchin' on my side 'coz she stick with this cat
She a cool lil' breezy and I like it like
you ain't scaring nobody with them pistols
Nigga we having em' too
I might just hit up my lil Asian bitch with the friend
Knocking em down by the two
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 ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Oh, play
'm hooked
I got the habit
I've got to have it
I need to play
But there's no musicians anymore
They're all gone
Wait! I've got it!
I'll be sullen
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
guitar
Here is surf rock lesson 101
Dick Dale, Nokie Edwards, Paul Johnson
I think it started 1961
Mr. Moto and Lets Go Trippin
Single coil pick ups walk
family and the bag
That's satisfaction
Nigga play with family nigga
Oh my bad I had to wack him
Zaza came in from way cross the country
You know we Fin
through I call em Harden
And ima play my cards lil bitch it ain't no other option shit
And ima play my cards lil bitch yo block it Ain gon stop this shit
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
don't forget about queen
Another front porch picker called out to play
Better bring that guitar and have something to say
Mr. Butane
Mr. Rock and Roll
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