Lyrics:
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza
Eroticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace
It's a new day, ima be excited
It's a new me, I can't overwrite it
I been on ya bitch, I been on ya bitch
Stealin' all my shit, stealin' all my shit
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
need for them to get excited
They're just mad because they're not invited
(It's all in Mr. Magic's Wand)
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh see, now I understand what
up
Had to disappear for a while
Shit got a lil' hot
Guess who’s back on the block
Mr big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner one hand
'm talkin' love
She wanna be my lil' baby but I'm afraid to fall in love
She say, "I only get excited when the pack touch down"
Pray that we don't don't get
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
to tha West
Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca
The cute lil sista, with the fever blista
Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her
But I got
And she move that coochi for profit
That pussy a Uzi she pop it
I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'?
You could die on my block, nigga,
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
or an ogre, or anything bad like that wot was after you,
I’d rip it apart. With my bare fists, I would.
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
What a sweet child it is.
Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
We fuck for some hours when lil baby on the molly
She said that she love me I said don't lie on my body
Cuz when I'm not with you
I know you two do
Like about you
Hook-
-you f^cking with me I'm f^cking with you
-you might just be my lil boo
-you're my lil yeah can't tell me no
-that's what I like
excited!
Until the point where I can't even hide it
and when you know, someone stepped on my shoe
and why they do that? And I done had too many blues
I
ay ay)
(I'm excited to hear what you have to say to be honest)
(Skrrrrt)
(Lil homie)
...
So excited when the tune drop
Shawty getting litter than a motherf****** moon rock
I might need a minute, kinda trippin, kinda too high
And I use
let no lil' bitch in, yeah, she get one night
I been rollin' off the E, yeah, I'm tryin' fight
She been lit, she off the Henny, yeah, she so enticed
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