Lyrics:
Mister
Yeah, hey Mister
Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister
on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
a thing going on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt
Or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch
by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one, Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
Spindel:] "Hullo?"
[Ted:] "Yeah, Bill."
[Mr Spindel:] "Oh, TED!"
[Ted:] "I've been trying to get through to you forever.
Who have you been talking to?"
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
(Mm, mm)
(Look so perfect, she look so amaz-)
(Yuh, ay)
Man she so damn gorgeous the girl is amazin'
Ain't not one lil mufuckin thing that gon'
Lee (Woo!)
Got too many blues like Ivy (Huh)
In the trap, smoking gas like Citgo
Feel like Krucial and Lil Migo (I do)
Soon as I step in, oh, here we go
One more war took place
You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface
Damn, check this shit out
Later on, all alone, you know what
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil
sick lik Neyo
Personality like a trio
Run my jungle lik a Leo
Ain’t no wrestler, but I’m ready to rumple
Block shots lik Mutombo
Niggas say, uh oh (UH
Mr.L
Written & Produced By:
Mr. Loveless
Right!
Let's go!
Fuck your 666! I'm a 999!,
Back from the ring of fire just to cross the line!,
I hope you
motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearing these motherfucking rockstar jeans
I ain't trash, girl
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Still not smoking, yeah
Ooh
Mr. Miska,
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
Lee (Woo!)
Got too many blues like Ivy (Huh)
In the trap, smoking gas like Citgo
Feel like Krucial and Lil Migo (I do)
Soon as I step in, oh, here we go
for you all my life"
Mr. "Every single day until the end, I will be by your side"
But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart"
Mr. "Leaves
down, "Oh the crime!"
He's spoiling their enjoyment by enforcing all the rules
A stickler, it fueled him, others thought he was a fool
Julien did not get
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