Lyrics:
wrong
If you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box
Tie it with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
Not for me, all that stuff
Not
I Mr. Thanksgiving
Its for the money this time
Howdy do motherfuckers its Weezy Baby,
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta toke the cannon.
Listen close
to have a chance
Even helped by Mr. Moon above
This year's crop of kisses is not for me
For I'm still wearin' last year's love
blue sea
And you won't go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
the moon, is where I was born and raised
And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
I love it, murderin' muthafuckas in the night
Deuced up ready
your toes curl, I'll put you in my freak show
You can be a star, yes we can make a movie
I'll have you howlin' at the moon naked in my jakoozie
Your
Tony when Coco talked
Shit to his daughter
As I approach The Hour of
Reprisal in a black truck
Black Moon, black guns, black metal
Black sun
Two minutes
type!
The years have gone by and I wanna do this right
And spend a romantic Christmas with her all night!
We can go to Rockefeller and skate on the ice
and a brain
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children we were brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in
Coltraine she hid beneath the table
Well, then in came a sailor with mermaids tattooed on his arms
Followed by the man with wing-nut ears who was waiting in
me by my last name
I'm feeling I'm not apart of this
On my momma side
I'm more partisan
It's obvious
Record called Pollard
But I'm talking to Amarionte
these niggas shaking
Ali when he held the torch
Need 100 mill
A mazi and a four door Porsche
Mr 12.5 for the hp
Life a movie coming soon bitch in hd
wonder of the world
Rap game holy grail
Eighth wonder of the world
Baby I'm the greatest all time, I let's the sun shine
I'm the moon and the stars if you
Ya Know?!
(Damn Moon, thats hard)
Yeah, seal popper
I make 50 off a pop up
I'm mr. pipe her up if she talk to me proper
Percocet and xanny she put
Flying to the Moon
Inside Apollo 11
Was my dream last night
Floating in the dark
With little fuel and full of hope
Searching any light
I’m looking
as good as it gets
It's just as good as it gets
In service to the music first, Mr. Outmaneuver the universe
I keep on shooting for the different moons
Yeah
Ah
Yeah yeah
Mr. Music Writer
Young Recorders
From Scratch 2
(Hook) 2x
Telling me I’m fine
Knowing damn well I’m not
One things for sure
Catalog
Hey, Or Catch Me By The Bay
Jet Skis On Half Moon Cay
Damn Thats c WHole Lot Of White Sand
Spending Benjis cn Old css Man
No Tell Hotel Secrets
up like a balloon with a baboon
Like a minion, I'm with Gru, boutta steal the moon
Down to earth, I be on my happy drug
Call me Turbo, just like I'm
the moon
Let's welcome the man
Who gives us our gifts
Never take him for granted
Is it the red green white dress
Or the Frosty the Snowman or Mister
of front, but I've never seen you back it, yours faithfully, Mr. Majik.
Don't ever let 'em tell you, who the fuck you are, they'll just fail you, I wanna
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