Lyrics:
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Shey mo je Wizzy baby
Way dey sing song
Shey mo je mr Eazi gan gan
She mo je mr easi gan gan ha
Why are you gonna sad
When you Dey by my side
Tell
revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic,
the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic,
Brand new Twiztid!
Welcome to the beautiful experience
Of sex education
I'm Mr madrox, Mr rights is on vacation
I'll be teachin' you about
The birds
can't get her out my head tonight
I said she might be; she might be Mrs. Right
(She might she might be miss)
I said she might be; she might be
Mrs. Right
about this bag
Amari jeans that shit sag
Heard yo mixtape that shit ass
I'm doing time Alcatraz
Yo bitch ain't fucking me from the past
Now I'm up she
Lonely im MR. Lonely i have nobody for my own uuuuuu
now i am so
Lonely im MR. Lonely i have nobody for my own uuuuuu
now i am so lonely
Yaw, this
of strange experiences and meeting some remarkable
people. I had met August H. Altmulig at the Oxford Conference, she had
attended my Brain presentation
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group
baby's number I get a
Click every time
Mr. Telephone Man
There something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get a
Click every time
She let
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have
Below, your honor
With my neighbor, Mrs. Lovett
Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her
Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr
shooting hoops in Givinchi boots
At a localized big estate, uh-oh
Prince type money
Fingers in her mouth
Met her right now and she's on my couch
Chop em'
late to my first class
I'd much rather sit up in first class
Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash
Was it experience so nah I didn't
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
backflip
On her trampoline
And hurt myself
She stood by
Said oh brother
My rib bruised
But the joy I felt
Providing the experience
Of never being
us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my
Lemonade
What a pretty picture
Just wait
Slap me in the face again
Lemonade
Got my favorite 3 here
Just wait
Trap me on the way again
I've been
revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights, playin' in the dark
And wakin' up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my
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