Lyrics:
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
to shame
And I've seen enough to know
That I've seen too much
So Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
a lil' bread I take it out of state, that's straight
That pussy ass nigga think he so slick, he trying to duck off by the lake
And nah not Lake Eola, or by
Mr. Mind
Tell me whatever is on my mind
Tell me whatever I'm going to find
Today Mr. Mind
Today Mr. Mind
Its Saturday Mr. Mind
Mr. Mind
Show me what
Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, and two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low,
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, daddy love you too
hey, hey Mr. President
You're such a gentlemen
It's such an honor to meet ya
Hey, hey Mr. President
I'll be ya Marilyn
And baby I'll never leave ya
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
loaf on lil bitch, not a breadcrumb (bitch)
In the back of the jet it's a bedroom (hah)
I got bitches stayin' in my guest room
Don't be leavin' no
By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising
yeah I'm going for it
I know I got some money, but I really wanna get more in
I'm not tryna be no lil dripper, I really want it pouring
Hot like
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
you been cursed by the spell (Aye)
Added one more now you on my list, fuck twelve I always be doing my bitch yah
Uh (Aye)
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Always
to drive it
I was fucking up a club on a Saturday
Fucking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was
I'm tryin to make my mark before I die
Grabbin life by the feathers and shootin it like a bullseye
People walkin in the door with six packs in hand
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
Or you talkin' moolah
I'm not concerned
Mr. Gettin' Too Faded
Every day of the week
Mixin' up a new playlist
I don't play it for free
She said
"You can
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
And we all say
"Oh, well, I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From the ears
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