Lyrics:
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
up high
He said
Son, you don't have to be scared
"Cause I'm right by your side, I'm
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays
Mrs. Claus tonight
I wanna be your Mrs. Claus tonight
You know it’s cold up in the North Pole so
Let me be your Mrs. Claus tonight
Looking right under
her net worth by million
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
Spending money like I'm Mr. Ren
I pull up in a new black benz
Black rims with a bad bitch
me in this world, I'm so alone
Yes, I love you and I need you, Mr. Jones
I'm in trouble, come and get me, Mr. Jones.
He grew up and got in trouble
the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
I met him in
who's _Top Bill_
Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke
Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky
We stink, like pee-eww,
we are tired to see our mothers crying over they're dyein children Mr police you must stop killing us we are so tired to see our women crying over
Mr. B so busy as his days buzz by
That he never has time
To leave the hive
Still so much work needs to be done
And there's no room left
In this
in me
I'm wrestling with
Mr. Sandman please stop the rain
Put me to sleep I need a rest
Mr. Sandman please stop by my pain
Bring me a dream and chase
I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
Here I stand open hands I want all of that
Painting vivid pictures influenced by old prescriptions
Of people passing
Squaddy mi nah stop bun my ganja
So come put on di handcuff dem
Memba' mi must get bail
Carry mi go jail ah in deh di high grade sell
Mr. officer low mi
Mustard on the beat, ho
Big shot, Mr. Big shot (shot)
Mr. Big shot, Mr. Big shot (shot)
Got OG, got ziplocks
Got Rollies, no tick-tocks
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes, you know why
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need to be more than that
Mr. Bad Guy
Mr
Putting in work no suit and tie but I still get money like a boss
Couple people call me Young Adams to some others I'm Mr. YA
Out in space so deep inhaling
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
not intrude into the land of the Alberta crude
Where the oil revenue flows like wine
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Like the eel he is so slippery, he
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
too big
For just one person
So I'm by myself at night
Wishing you we're by my side
You can call me
You can call me
You can call me
Mrs Lonely
You can
Baby please don't squeal, just tell me how you feel
Boyz: ‘Cause his love is for real
Mr. Lunt: And if you went away, my heart would never heal
Boyz: So
in mayonnaise
Says Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Hey, thanks a lot Doc my arm's feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you
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