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and our times and slow signs
moonshine man come feed me some of your souveiners
and I'll be gone
Mr. moonshine man
I'm your greatest fan
com on feed me now

Bad Intentions

PARTYNEXTDOOR

Seven Days

2017

to you
But lyin' doesn't do too much for me
That's why I, yeah
Keepin' it a hundred, oh
Tryna see you with nothin' on
Tryna see you, tryna see you

Back to the Crib

Juelz Santana

Back To the Crib

my pedigree
Yeah, just call me Mr. Orgasm
And if you come with me, I guarantee you gon' have one
Hottest in the hood, freshest on the block
Why

my pedigree
Yeah, just call me Mr. Orgasm
And if you come with me, I guarantee you gon' have one
Hottest in the hood, freshest on the block
Why

Dear Mr. President

Paris

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

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

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

to the game, yeah, I do

Yeah, I do, yeah, I do
Bae, yeah, I do, yeah, I do
Bae, I love you, yeah, I do
Bae, yeah, I do, yeah, I do
Bae, I love you, yeah

her)
Savin' these souls,  (Yeah)
Payroll bussin'

Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No

'Cause she see me gettin' bands, yeah
Know that this shit finna get a lil' technical
Red dot, you know that we aim with the reticle
I got your bitch

Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah it's out the coupe
Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
Smokin' runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped

(Let the band play)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh, Mr. Glock, ayy

I never ever put a bitch before my money (nah)
I never put a bitch before my money or my

vibe, that's a cool lil night yeah

Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Be my misses officer, by the end

working for tips 
She wanna yeah yeah 
She a lil freak 
She wanna yeah yeah yeah 
She a lil freak 
Applying some pressure I'm sending a blitz 
Me and my

I get by I get high yeah yeah
I get by I get high yeah yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah

Aye I get by I get by
I get high yeah

on that thot life shit, yeah
We on that thot life shit, yeah
We on that thot life shit, yeah

I'm on that thot life shit, yeah
I rep her body by

, yeah
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
Straight out the crib, yep
I'm straight out

lover
Sexy undercover, uh, uh
Mr. Lover, uh, check out, check out
And I just love the way you just fog up my window sills, baby
Yeah, ooh
(Ooh boy)
(Ooh

from 'round me (ho, get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- what?)
Yeah, I got hoes from Japan, they call me papi (across

yo place, you cannot roam
Yeah, imma rock out lil' bitch, by my lone'
Yeah, gotta watch how you talk to me, fix yo tone
I gotta keep up the pace

Yo back then I had a pad, I had a pen
A back carrying things
No swag, me and my friends
We went by any trends
Cause, music is where the relationship

.WeatherMan!)
Mr.WeatherMan yeah you got the Flow
Mr.WeatherMan, when you step in, Why these hoes
Call you Mr.WeatherMan?
Call me Mr.WeatherMan!
Mr.WeatherMan I heard you keep

with the feds
They can't pull me over
I'm speeding it's like roller coaster
Can tell I'm a smoker just by the odor
Rolling my gas in the Rover, yeah
I

she love me
Yeah she is a...
She all in my bed
She act like a hoe
She just want to fuck
I just want to kiss
I tell that little bitch
Lil baby let go
She

, yeah)
I know that I didn't stand a chance (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't think I'll ever live again (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm only here by popular demand