Lyrics:
and my baby, yeah,
we're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. D.J.
keep those records playing
cause I'm having
such a good time,
dancing with my
with the hill crowd and life or death parties / Henny I know a guy who has contacts at Sardi's / Duet Hey mister (Mrs.) Paperman I think it's time to go
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
time terrifying sweet lullaby .that go ..
Mr.wise mister, mister, Mikey Wise mister, mister, Wise, Mr. Michael, Wise, Mr. Wise, Mr.Mike Mr. Jekyll
The greatest magicians have
Something to learn
From mister Mistoffelees' conjuring turn
And we all say
Oh! Well I never was there ever a
Cat so
of the show money printer
I'm sick and tired of these little shitters
Address me by name prefixed with mister
Mr. Protagonist did you fuck your sister
I kissed
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
of your time
I'll do a dance, sing you a rhyme
And say, 'Hey mister, can you spare a dime?'
Take it on back to Georgia boys, yeah
Mr Worley
So if you're
open wide
And Mr. Shapiro, whose eyeballs had become like yellow marbles
Laughed whole-heartedly as if he'd been enlightened
By some bigger truth some
him I am doubtful
That your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From mister mistoffelees' conjuring turn
And we all say
Oh! Well I never was there ever a cat so
Yo, pick up the pen again
I’m stumblin and tumblin
Hold up I think that I’m trippin
Homie I see what you sippin
Mr. Rivera Ryan mister I think you’re
back
I'm Mr. Big Banc Buddha, Mr. Big Banc Uchies (yeah, alright)
Mr. Big Banc Uchie Face, yeah (yeah, Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister, yeah,
in her heart
Out, I say!
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Mr. Todd, sir!
The judge
I have no time
Where is she? Where is the girl?
maar, hie voor staan n duisend man
Mr, no, Mr let it go!
Mr, no, Mr let it go!
Ek is, nooit gerus, die razor tips kom maak net ek my pen skerp
Plus, ek
Walkin' by the dumpster
See some valuable trash
Im'a turn that to some cash
Im'a build a big wall and then Obama's gonna call
Good job Mr. Trump, You've
SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit Talker
You fuck with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's,
NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be dirty if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!!!!
Chorus:
That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit Talker
You
Love is a unfair game that we play
Love, love is a unfair game that we play
Dear Mr. No One, hope you show up on my doorstep
Just to let me know you
ALL
La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
MR. GREY
Ahhemm
MAUREEN
Hey Mister - she's my sister
WAITER
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy
the barge go by He comin' to talk to you / Norman Who is Senator Pullman anyway Why do I have to signal the barge? / Iris Welcome to the Caribbean, put
something he would miss?
Maybe a Mrs. Snowman at his side?
Mister Snowman, what would you say?
If you could walk, would you go away?
Mister Snowman, how was
boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz (you're all)
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. With hugs and kisses (I need)
.jpg/227px-Kyrie_Irving_-_51831772061_01_(cropped).jpg "Kyrie Irving")
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