Lyrics:
You said we'd be together
Forever I believed
But alone under the mistletoe's
How I'm left on Christmas Eve
So Mrs. Claus
Don't you run away from my
since a jit bitch
I been hot like lit bic
Money talks and chop spits
I stay grindin like a kickflip
Found out i'm immune
cnd yall allergic
songwriter and film producer, Mr. Franklin Shepard!
I am Franklin Shepard
And I also was my class valedictorian here twenty-five long years ago
Are these
to drop the ball like it’s New Years Eve
Yeah
Can’t stand all the jealousy
People actin' nice, but they usin' me
I’m always thinkin' twice when they ask for
QC the label, and we independent
Got some young niggas still kickin' doors
And some of my niggas convicted
Money, money, power, respect
I guess
beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm
that water just like Mr. Bean
Laser beam, shit red and green it look like Christmas Eve
30 clip came with some teeth, look like a centipede
Pure codeine,
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. They kingdom come...money, They will be done...money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our
feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I'm
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
the anger
We putting our money in the black business now
Mr. Hughes your poetry is the anchor
Sang the Po Blues and they forced to listen now favorite poem
“MR. HANDSOME”
(WRITTEN BY R.O.M.A.N.”
(INTRO)
Mr. Handsome back, Mr. Handsome back, Mr. Handsome back
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
(CHORUS)
Mr. Messy and she so sexy
Kiss me up or can
I kiss your neck please
You cant help me this aint healthy
I'm goin' hard like a big Apache
I'm Mr. Messy
system letting him run free
You don't give a rats ass about kids safety
All you fucking care about is making more money
Fuck Mr. Moore
I say no more
Fuck
be 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
with the big man vibe
mr big man (mr big man} 8x
anything wey them like make them talk
see the money wey dey come no go stop
for the bank account opor
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
Who the fuck why'all thought was comin' after Young Buck
Hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike Airs
You want war, we can
of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after
got a weapon
I pull up on the block and everybody know me
Surrounded by so much crack rock
It's the Stone Age
While you live right next door
To Mr green
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