Lyrics:
And the music ain't always bout you
At a bar this Mr. sits right beside me
Is he insecure or is he cocky
He's got a lot of money in his wallet and it's blatant
Don't test me
Don't test me
Don't test me
Mr patch mr patch
With the mac the gat
Nah shoot none a dem
Even though them a enemy
Could never be my
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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
what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds, yeah
You see me in this new car, this what money do
You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do
I
eu estou sempre na estrada
Hustle até madrugada
[1º Verso] by Mr. FOI
Tua vaca ri e eu nem falo do queijo
Money, mano é tudo que eu vejo
Morre um
all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend"
And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frisby locked the door
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr. Wendal,
doing outside my chimney?"
He said "I'm giving you a dog, It's christmas eve!"
The kid said "It's July, are you alright?"
Mr. Stipley said
The kid said
International dj Richy
Double jay
Who is responsible Akiyo gee
Just like Adam and Eve oo
Anything she bring come abobi go chop
I love you pass my
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
year
Mr. Underhill and the gardener by him still
Sure could use a cup of cheer
Christmas, won't ya bring a teeny tiny little thing 'Fore we meet our
Money counter go beep
No chains on bitch I'm Mr. T
Like Dumbledore
Where is Harry P
Ay, im going Harry Fraud
I need some beats
Gotta on the counter
and heaters
Cuz I'm more than my money
試すんじゃねえ
I'm a murder the dummy
One by one Lyrical gunman
I'm a shoot in your head
if u test the champion
絶対やめときなNo, never
Yea in my hood they call me MR.mug$ nigga that’s known for always showing tough love a nigga thats known to speed off and never buckle up he the type
stopped the Glendale train
Poor Jesse had a wife, a lady all her life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr
a bitch, I'm a G, I'ma marry my TEC
Paz is a vet
Y'all always been struggling with him
And my gun side by side, a juxtaposition
And your man from the block
and run over by heavy machinery and..."
Well since I needed the money I felt obliged to include it on this record.
And it goes a little something like
Little Miss Sunshine she can't wrap her mind around it
That he'd wrap her up in blankets
Just to ask if she could make it down by his way
cnd Mr
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
know
Ridin' by my side she know
When I'm talkin you just listen
I want you to be my Mrs
If you down for real shit pimpin'
I'm gon be the one you chill
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
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