Lyrics:
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
regrettably
Audio inclined, see the world is really mine
As I grab it by the throat and leave a legacy
Everything I do in this calculated booth
Is done with
and the businessman in compromising poses
Dirty linen done in bed
c sell out between the sheets
cll the Kings horses and Presidents men
Couldn't put Dick back
attention at all
He turned it on
But what Mr. Hoover didn't know
Was the vacuum was set to industrial mode
Hit it
Here we go
Soon it sucked in the carpet
Jehovah great, giving out His justice hacking jins
Never estimate, His power, jules in the gillions
My niggas partial to jules, mr. Fogs and different
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
in a cage,
hit it two times u just know i don't claim,
I got the guala,i can't be kicking shit like i'm Dybala,
feel like the president call me Obama,
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
killed in her cell
Wish we can call her
Travon
Killed in streets
By Mr Zimmerman
All over a hood on his head
And some skittles man
Cops shot down Mike
Dressed up to fight a war
And that is why I'm late for school
In the State of Arkansas
Oh listen, Mr governor and Mr president, too
Give me that
mr. child owners honored to have a rappers smile
Yiffey yup know a bitch that'll stick a nigga up
I don't fuck with her seen ya'll in the club huggin
in all its forms
This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin
It cannot go ignored.
If this comes to a vote in Congress
What is
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land
Eternal nights in Flyblown City
Dirt and grey gauze covers coffins
And black garland down the streets tightens bronchus
Dead presidents
Have
On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine
With Mr Cordell Hull in attendance
There they took part in a peace conference
Struck by his modest style
We were
4 dey replay
U 4 drop am now moro n every day
So say da girlies go com da place wer we dey
Big up yorself president resident deejay
Mr Deejay
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
the legs off the periodic table
I re-elected the president
I did it, it was my fault
I farted in the church
I'm sorry
I did many many bad things
D-r-e for president
T B E in present tense
Solid shit I represent
Imma pop my shit every chance I get
Ain't nobody make me this
I'm the one who built this
wearing Polo and Lacoste
I got weight houses
You can't come in if you ain't got $1000
You ain't no boss
Play this back Mr. DJ
Might get Clue to do a drop
Bitch I'm Rick James making money by the minute
Bitch I'm Rick James classy women get to stripping
The minute I get up in it Mr. Ricky now a Ginuea uh
Discuss these juan in the bulb by mr president Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In