Lyrics:
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
nebulas I'm Mr. YA
Up all night no sleep I forgot how to sleep I'm Mr. Ya
Not from this world alien like E.T
My walk stays asleep like it was dreamy
Still
a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack, let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
the President
And I sidled up him to listen to what he was tellin' and he said
Mrs Lucretia Garfield was always at his side
In the heat of the day fannin' him
more Mr. nice guy
I intimidated by no bum nigga
Bottom of the shoe type lame scum nigga
I'm Mr. hard ass but I ain't gone blow dat gun nigga
Shut
. just look up
And you will see it's comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
the cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Break it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can't put me
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
don't thank the LORD
Cause I can make stacks, to flip stacks, to make some more
Ooh Weeh
Throw Ya Hands Up, Mr
Throw Ya Hands Up, Muzik
Throw Ya Hands
But my voice has been heard on the roof
When I was curled up by the fire
And I've sometimes been heard by the fire
When I was about on the roof
But my voice has been heard on the roof
When I was curled up by the fire
And I've sometimes been heard by the fire
When I was about on the roof
mister
"Mr. fuck on your hoe" but no I can't kiss her
Can't cuff a lil' hoe cause no I can't miss her
Up on your grave I'm finna go piss
Like why niggas
hands up
I'm not resisting ain't got no hand gun
Say Mr. Officer don't shoot me
I just wanna make it home and be family
Mr. Officer I got my hands up
I
How many people that- in the audience can Emcee?
Mr. T? Bring up Mr. T! I wanna battle you!
It’s time to go to school
Like Mr. T Said, I pity
and withdrew a
revolver. Throw up your hands, he said. I'm Ned Kelly.
The infamous bushranger was accompanied by the rest of the Kelly gang: his brother Dan
the hand
Put them things up inthey (ugh) like a stake in the grass
I'm a real hot boy I'm shakin the deck
If you a real hot girl you can take it in half
Lil
Kaput, I'm done with this life intercepted by my lights
That turn despite I don't want to breath
If I could wipe I would be gone and leave this clean slate
I'm Mr. Stack in my jeans NIKE, No Alexander and McQueen
I'm Mr. I match the fit with the beam Victoria, Ari, Celine
Out in LA, I met up with Sulena
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I
the land poppin' Xans, got withdrawals
Clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off
I've been given second chances
That shit like my motivation
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
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