Lyrics:
I'll pop you in the head
Heads up
I'm on the hunt
Mr. If he look at you the wrong way you should know to run
I been flexing since a kiddo I ain't see you
Paramedics flooded the scene,
Right after I heard loud booms,
And loud screams,
Please Mr. Trigger don’t suffocate me,
Because the smoke in my
speaking on me neither
Telling people you know me
She saved my name as Mr. Jody
With that purple emoji
Let’s go
I say it ain’t what I got
It’s how I use it
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 was
Gonna meet that
Look
Did I say
It's quite drastic
He made me bounce back just like elastic
God's grace stretched over me
Like Mr Fantastic
Confess my sins
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
your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going
just forgave you, forgave you
Now you're fucked up and you're run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
Mr Sadman, Give me death
Do make it quick, cause my life is a mess
Hit by a train, or off a cliffside
Maybe a nerve agent or sweet, sweet cyanide
through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related (what?)
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby
niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm a H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK
a bench, get your willy on
Say word
Money, my money, she all 'bout my money
Soon as I get it, she beggin' it from me
Beg me, she beg me the way that she
“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)
behind
In my eyes are now burning the flame of hell
Created by all the memories
Time is passing consuming my soul ...
(Mr.Reason)
You ... how many
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna
and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with
recognize me by my stance
I'm regal like Vegeta
You can call me the Prince of all Saiyans
I don't have time for the fake friends
Fake love Fake energy
Keep
a rave can
Gettin ghosted
By every colour in the rainbow
Ain't no way I ain't gay, no
Im lookin' for an 8 ball at 8am
But nobody awake yo
That's what i
will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running 'round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
with them 6's
Getting rid of them noises mothauckas all in my business
You witness you die, mothafucka don't ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so
stressin')
I'm way too young to be stressin'
Way too young to be stressin'
(young to be stressin')
Countin' up all of these checks
Smokin' weed is my
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