Lyrics:
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
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
Hello, my name is not Mr. Right but you can be my missis tonight
I know we're only fooling around, I'm never gonna be your Mr. Right
But I'ma be your
flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
You can get up under the wind and glide away
The sky is big enough
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
a thottie and she lick
I give very big tips
Call me mr steal yo bitch
You be wonderin how i just did, how i did, did
Come up and fuckin steal yo bitch
No need
our future with our kids in it
Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
Soon we'll be rappin for Saudi Arabia
Dear Mr. President
The world
bounce, and hopefully have them
back up into your morning dick wood while you D up...
That could be nice
You wanna head over to that frat party and start
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
you tired livin' by the quarter mile
Niggas know me every time for Mr. Exit 65
Yeah, 6-5 we ride on, 24's we slide
Through the eastside, despise
Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
Mister Grinch
[Busta]
He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
And he'll show you some gratitude
If you
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
and cooked
With all this smoke, I am only square by looks
Mr. Krabs warned you, you know I got hooks
I am not the one, I won't be your husband
I am not
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
to g-e-t me
Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d
Fuckin' around with the B-i-g
They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
like a big crib
I love it when you look me bad way
Then you call my demons right way
I don't even care how you see me
I been by myself sinds broke days
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