Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever
seen in your whole muthafuckin entire sorry ass
dawg?
We supposed to be like kin
My lil nigga
We come up together from out the trenches
Ain't no problem dats too big
Dat if we sit, dat we can't fix
My
common sense and
See what common sense'll do
They went and got the army?
We got ourselves a couple missiles, too
But I'ma use my words
'cause I'm somebody
On edge, on edge, baby, I'm on it on it
You should get closer, closer
Like you're supposed to, supposed to!
On edge, on edge, baby, I'm on edge
You should
what it is
I don't know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I can't even
used, put the blame on you
I'm supposed to be the bad guy, slide through, give you that act right
Mr. Wrong to you, I'm Mr. Right
Don't take too long
switch the seasons
Give you my card, I'll let you swipe the Visa
And you know I can't do this by myself
You don't wanna be alone, baby, I can tell
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
Well I'm Too $hort baby, hear what I say
I never do work but I always play
Cause the game is life and I play the game
So you never talk down
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
relations keep on cutting ties
Too scared of gettin' played so by the bag how I abide
Pent up anger I'm seeing red like it's blood in my eyes
Till I got in my
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
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 Big Boy one crazy son of a bitch
Y.G.'s, Lil' Daze, Rat Raw, and Ty B. and the rest
The Lou is man or posse, someone pulled off his vest
And carve
judge me
It’s been way too long I’m in too deep,
The way I am yeah this is me
Please
Please let me be me
[Verse 1]
You was supposed to want the best for
Pick a tune
Mr. Mr.Goon, hey
See you better get that night Vision
Be like 13, that site missing
Call me werewolf cause I bite Different
Oh yeah by
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
I asked myself
A million times
Why I stayed
I got an issue
He got some too
We just keep pushing
We pushing through
He know my body
I know his too
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
Miss "Here to stay"
Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"
And someday maybe you'll miss me
But by then, you'll be Mr "Too late"
Goodbye, Mr "Perfectly
my jeans
Too tight bussing out the seems
That's my harley I'm no joker
Stacks too big it hardly fold up
Live my life like I'm supposed to
Leave no ring
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