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Ima do me I don’t care what it is

Ima get by I don’t care what it is
(Yea)

Ima get fly I don’t care what it is
(I don’t care what it is)

Ima get

You know you turn me on, just by the way you move
Can't be the only one to feel this way about you
But you're waiting for mr. perfect, well he

You know you turn me on, just by the way you move
Can't be the only one to feel this way about you

But you're waiting for mr. perfect, well he

You know you turn me on, just by the way you move
Can't be the only one to feel this way about you

But you're waiting for mr. perfect, well he

have friends only family
Indulge in a bit of vanity
Fuck it I'm human
More time I feel
Like Mr Truman
But in the booth
I'm John Newman
Poet of the times

of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can’t talk about that though
Your chance is thin like the
Moustache of Puerto

Didn't need her when I beat life twice, who did that body?
Walked the main line, niggas was scared to pass by me
I'm a millionaire, niggas expecting me

by piece
It's clean it's not illegal yeah
Fresher than the Beatles yeah
Sword sharp like medieval yeah
Flex I'm fresh like Ye yeah
Flex I'm clean like

Nails by tech, she stunts and flicks
She be hella fine, that shawty be mine
She be super nice, shawty dripping ice
She my Mrs. Right, I don't need

slow
Niggas going broke bout a hoe
I'm gone die bout my lil bro
Came up not having, carats was flashing
So I started jacking like I was rabbit
These

and I heard her presentation on the great 
Norwegian feminist writer Cora Sandel. I had been intrigued by Sandel 
and Altmulig, introduced myself, and we

that Mr.
That careless
That be that woah
And I'm movin so arrogant
Decisions I gotta make well
I'm leavin' informants
In case a plankton is near

I know I gotta do better
Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta
I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave,

by
The street in her skirt
A wind blow lift it up
So Mr Banana pushed two bananas
In her vagina and her anus
Screaming of pleasure she called

Dopeman Bitch

Mr. Bigg

Only If U Knew

2000

hoes until I die
A bitch can't respect herself so why the fuck should I?
Say yes ma'am or call you a lady
Take you out to dinner bitch you got to be

Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Knees on my hands when I do my lil dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them

don't know who can be better

I be talkin my shit
Call me mr shit talker
Fresh ass fade
Like i just left my fuckin barber
Went hard this year
But next

'm a nasty lil bitch
And I been hella naughty
Tryna been this shit over
Bust it open for a shoota
Let me be yo little thoter
You'll love how
I'll do ya
Back

Ain't playing no games with this lil bitch this ain't saga
My hood bitch alway come to get ate up
I work a 9 to 5 I'll see you later
I'm plugged in just

'm like a hunter, got a rifle and it's scopin in
Lil' bro just packed up, and now we steady smokin' it
I forgot my pistol at the crib, so guess I'll poke

away
I still have a place in my grave

Hey! Mr. Thief, you've spoken
But your fingers tell me more
My useless tongue is so broken
Eaten by a dog
Hungry

Just chill, get high lil baby
Ain't no problems lil baby
I be on the road lil baby 
I keep tryna stop smoking these stogies baby
Just chill, get high

I remember all the nights you would call my name
Always knew you'd come through by the end of the day
But
Bye-bye
Bye Mr. Lonely
Big thanks for

The Mr quick To Fuck Shit Up In a Hurry
On the mic I'll squash
Your little Ms philosophy
With atomic technological atrocity
I find it very ironic that