Lyrics:
mad hits for that ass
One way in the past
When I mash
Let me hear you scream and hollar when ya see me
Party people in the house can ya feel me
It's Mr
don't believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
of the Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened
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
you win
And at the end of the day, I need some respect on my name
Don't call me bro if we in gang, call me by my name
Mr. Dalle , and I'm painting
oh wee
Tapa mr counselor
Dripping over my dee Sweet
Tapa mr counselor
Say am making her scream oh wee
Tapa mr counselor
Dripping over my dee Sweet
Tapa
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
from side to side"
So I said, "Mr Otis, if you take my advice,
You'll be the richest man in town
You gotta take that room that goes from side to side,
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
things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cusses in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took
and i'm hugging the moon
On my Cudi shit
Higher than Astronauts
Why you say that you was for me
Now I look back and you bore me
Mr big shot no Robert Horry
me and my partner here (hey)
Detective Kringle (hey)
Alright uh
Yeah hey
You can speak up
We got some pretty damning evidence on you, alright so
Yeah
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
on a shirt at least. The big enchilada is on his way / Senator Pullman Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume? Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom? / Norman
Mrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree."
"Roger, a squad car is on the way."
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
try hail me
No be my power nor by might
But I still de grind
News caster
Mr public speaker
News caster
You don carry wetyn big pass your mouth o
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
In the preacher's face
He hit that Reverend like a kick of a
Mule and to my way of thinking
It took a real fool to turn the
Other face to that lumber
there and watch me burn
Watch me burn
Well, that's all right because I
Love the way you lie
In my California king bed
We're a thousand miles apart
I'm
I wanna take a pic with Cardi B inside my cardigan
Niggas know I'm late, they call me Shordie, Mr. Tardy man
I just smoke my weed and fuck these
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
disappear
While the icecap collapse
And sharks lose their fins
One more things to say
To you, Mr President
Your little girl will fight this way
This is why I
the verdict?
Hey yo, Mr. Cheeks, I know ya heard it
The way we move (make it happen), spaz out on who?
Boo c'mon, that's how we do it
This one's for you,
Mr. Dependent (w/harmonies)
Smitten by what you been given me
You’re sweet as candy
Call me mister, just call me Mr. Dependent (w/harmonies)
You’re
(Yung Lan on the track)
(James about that check, boy)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr
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