Lyrics:
fucking son, he gon' be missing soon
Hey Mrs. Frizzle, can you leave me alone
I don't wanna see that bitch's bone
I seen his blood when I got him gone
Ain't
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you
we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it.
Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you
at the most!
And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!
[Simultaneously]
TODD:
Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion
LOVETT:
Well, it does seem
Bad lil bitch she sick like vomit
Fafafa don't reach for nothing
Mrs. teach you something
This that get up get some money
This that we can't stop for
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
feel like a choo-choo that can't find the station
I work like a dog with no recreation
They call me Mr. In-Between
(Mr. In-Between, Mr. In-Between)
x 2
(Lil Wayne)
I have you burning up 'cause I be (Hot Hot)
Like a firecracker
I'm (Tss Tss) Pow
See these niggas can't take me
'cause
call me Lil' Bray, Mr , take your pack
Niggas quick on their feet, cause they really run track
If I see me out, then I'm doublin' back
You gotta be two
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
bitch lil mama
Real hot shit lil mama
Don't play ghost
You can't go
You right here now
Girl I'm fucking with you tough this ain't for show
I can't tell
passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter
(Mr. Postman)
Mr. Postman
shit)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny shit (that corny shit)
Made so many songs, I could make "Lil Uzi Greatest Hits" (no bap)
her 5 just like Tha Carter
She said, she don't suck no dick, I told her get that shit in order
Give me your name and your number, tryna see can I come
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
But don't you call me that, lil' nigga, that shit come with the smoke
I'ma go, you know I'ma go (I am)
I can't commit myself to none of these hoes
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
knots
My heart hurt a lot Like somebody's stabbin' it
Girl, I really can't handle it
It's Mr. Fuck the relationship It's Mr. You ain't never gon' be shit
Yeah it’s J G
You could even call me Mr. Freshly
Make sure that you come at me correctly
Don’t know why these people tryna test me (They can’t test
a love
You watched me come up from a scrub
Now ya see ya son riding everyday on dubs
But I wish, I could share them times wit' you
It got me pissed,
way constitutionally to do away with it, I would.
Senator Trible: Rather the emotional damage
Chairman: Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. You
had it all
Blue heels blue eyes single coolest girl I'll ever know
Single ain't about her, or is it you'll never know
Like Lil is still the realest in
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