Lyrics:
Yeah yeah
So they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
I ain't got a condom here
(Oh no)
Too
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah, yeah)
So they would see the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah)
Ooh, they would see the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah)
I ain't got
me on world tour
She got me goin to places
I never done seen before
She got me on world tour
You got me on world tour
Baby you stole my heart
Baby you
the dome I'll be dead and gone
Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone
Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt
Let my soul sleep sound six
the evening, I'd hear him sing
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by myself
You
a nigga
On the real what want though
I worked a job , ran and mobbed , went to school while trying pump blow
Got stabbed in the back by a familiar member
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
It's funny rarely got anybody
It's so funny I can't talk to nobody
So you might as well call me Mr. Lonely
Cause I got nobody but me
(Nobody but me)
cool everybody wanna be like
Mr. Montauk he's gonna take you for a ride
Mr. Montauk; give you the ride of your life
Mr. Montauk he's gonna take you for
Kevin Macallister
And half young Al Capone
Now watch me go
Here I go
I really wasn't trying to be your friend
It must have made you sadder than seagulls
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
both me and my brothers got cakes
Won’t trip over bitches but trip over shoes
Like I forgot how to tie
You know Okill he down to kill
He posted right by
what!? You gon' die with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!?
[Capone]
Right every bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry
Mr Yakubu ẹ ma n se bi fraudster
You don’t want to prosper
Come and collect Oscar
Three hundred billion te gba lọwọ ijọba
Kí le fi se ná sir (A ti fi
P: No dick (don't call me that) sorry Mr. Bozack
But you didn't help, talking bout (where the hoes at)
E: I was hard (how hard) hard enuff
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
Why you fucking want my name mr.officer
Am just a rapper who is trying to be popular
Marijuana is not with me mr.officer
Hit me the way you want I
Bank account so big that you can’t count the digits
Money ain’t a thing, we make it by the minute
Bust the MasterCard out, we ain’t got a limit
Just
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
patron
I got people tryna find me
I just feel like Al Capone
Need nobody tonight
Might catch a body tonight
I got a temper
Shawty I might catch a body
you whine dat ting (Drop)
Mr. BEST na the name know am good fasin (Okayyyy)
Good fasin
Ah say good fasin (I'm the boy)
Ya na the Freeton cartel lekkeh
the high strung
Young MC's, they all got done by the legend
Every second I'm wrecking
Not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checking
Out the sound
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