Lyrics:
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
Eazy
Give her a rough ride, E-v-e
Chains VVS so they envy me (Yes)
Save up my money plentifully (Business minded)
SEL when I rev it up
By any means,
for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, eve if you don't believe me
For the master has come back,
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
talking 'bout guys like you
Don't be doing no grime beef
Go after the man that kidnapped you
Ghetts was happy that he didn't bet
Cuh his money would've got
Christmas
Give Mrs Claus's titties a pinch
If you're offended by the lyrics you're a bit of a bitch
The festive season in New Zealand doesn't usually snow
on the money
Bandanna 'round my head like I know karate
And I'll wax a nigga's ass like Mister Miyagi
And it ain't over 'til the fat lady sang
And that bitch
filthy money
Look I been bad
Tongue to the side emoji
Your next baby dad
Say hi to mr bogey
Almost got nabbed
Gave um the okey doke
You can't tell by my
real love like Adam and Eve
You say you love me but what does that mean
I've been hurt more times than you can't believe
I want that real love don't do
the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical
Spades
Out in the garden
By the tree
We were dancing
You and me
Where nobody can see
It's like cdam
cnd Eve
Bite the apple
Let it bleed
It'll set
Oh Lord
Mr.Money:
- OK alright baby, the love of my life
Girl:
- Are you referring to me... or the car?
Mr. Money:
- Oh, please
I'm a-gonna tell you 'bout a miracle that happened to me
Not so long ago on a Christmas Eve...
Oh, let me tell y'a story 'bout a real cool guy
He
. Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin
K-Blaze on the beat
(Kainan baby)
You can't catch a rolling stone
You tryna' bring down the nation by causin' confusion
Illusion
Infusion and all
about Adam and Eve
Only fuck with me and me
Because most these niggas be meme
Get all of the money till I'm deceased
Bitch i finna get rich by 23
Vlone
can jump on a North-bound sleigh
But I’ll be hoping you decide to stay
'Cause It’s no Christmas
If you’re not next to me
There’s not enough money in Mr
navidad, she makin' tamales
So deck the hall with boughs of holly
Doc Hollywood gigs, they DJin' parties
Mrs Claus in stripper heals
She playin' naughty
My
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
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