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Happy Miss Fortune

wrong, and I know your moms is laughing, and it's your aunty's baby's daddy in Cincinnati, with a white bitch, happy. [Look at you.] And I'm out there

s a time when you realize something's missing in your life And that's the time you chill with the ones you love The ones that you love Money, fame, and fortune

been gone so many weeks, damn, I miss you Don't wanna do nothing more but just to stare in your face Let you know I'm so happy, you're my best friend

, My figure was dumpy and fat. So what? Through all of our years He was so disappointed in that. So what? Now I have what he missed And my figure is

cast of fame. serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be happy and peaceful. protecting the veterans while scorching rookies and trusting my faith into fortune

like you're short of fresh You're a portable mess Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes

love Tell her, Daddy, the way you took your wheelchair Up that handicap ramp, mmm, it's a mind blower But now, baby, I miss ya, I miss ya I miss all

And we don't even have a tree Don't rush to get me a present Your presence is enough for me Stay at home, I'll be happy 'Cause I ain't gonna miss something

fortune so she tell her friends gypsy Pockets on catch me if you can come and get me Bitch this is my moment you can catch me on demand If you missed