Lyrics:
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
Yah!
Woah
Yea yea yea
Zone 666
I pull out the 38 no miss miss (no no)
You call her yo baby
I make her my Mrs
Not from this planet you cannot
Hey Mr. President
Do you smell the blood
It oozes from the gutters
And turns into a flood
You taste it, you sip it
You drink it like a fish
The lives
killed in her cell
Wish we can call her
Travon
Killed in streets
By Mr Zimmerman
All over a hood on his head
And some skittles man
Cops shot down Mike
Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud
the wrong people have the power
Of suggestion
And the freedom of the press is meaningless
If nobody asks a question
I mean
Causation by definition
love ya"
Haha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother's
I'm talkin about the other, by the way - your mother
I'm terrific, I'm the president
wanna feature
Cause I'm Mr. Do it all
Mr... who ya bitch call
Mr. Ball out at mall
Mr. Make a dolla flip
Mr. Keep it on my hip
Get money then I dip
Take
the hustlin on the corner
(love these thug niggas ya heard me)
Know what I'm sayin makin it happen
Niggas in the rap game changin their lives
Silkk,
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
presidents whim
I don't want to be a part of a war no one can win
You're welcome here Americans
We love you but not your bombs
Welcome here Americans
We love
chowder!
President’s in Dallas were killed by the howler’s,
As fowl dudes sip a sour chalice of Ellen Rimbauer!
Ya’ll shout ouch burn when I say fuck Matt
the justice, justice? Bcause I & I, I wanna touch this.
Vers.
Tell me, let me know, explaine wath `a` go on. To much war in a babylon.
Mr. president all
torn
Man, let me just speak about what's going on
Hey, Dear Mr. President
Why you got our troops in the war and they fighting over shit that's
Heil my friend Mr. President
Mr. President
And I would put it into Putin
To put more purpose into a Louboutin
Expensive shoes they mean expensive
Heil my friend Mr. President
Mr. President
And I would put it into Putin
To put more purpose into a Louboutin
Expensive shoes they mean expensive
mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
Niggas said Buns came through looking
do
Mr. President how the fuck are you
People are dying but I see that your good
Your possessed by your wealth that we need in the hood
I'm like
At the weakest targets and scream in the name of God
Oh, Mr. President
Its hard to call you this way
Because you should work for all
Not judging on color, gender
alright but can't
Fuck with Young Wizzle mr 41
I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay what's
Up
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