Lyrics:
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
(Excuse me bus-a-bus)
Full control of the city, if you aint know
By the way, the name is Puff
It aint my
no no we dance more, we're on the dance floor,
She's making me feel like no one else before
Hey there Mr D.J., I can't see straight
What am I gonna
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Betcha can't find me
Feeling so wonderful
I'm not Mr. Right no
I said no doubt I'm alone
I'm far from my home
And I'm on my phone
No I'm not Mr. Right no
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Yeah!
Never get caught in a roadblock
And tell the Mr. Police that I ain't got no birth certificate right here
(Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do)
(I
Read
[Chorus]
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking (No no no no)
Break the lock if
something to share!
*slow pop music starts*
Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise
Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny
for me (For me)
Don't use me, my heart been through too much
It confuse me (Too much)
By the way, I feel from your touch
(Your touch)
Excuse me, do you
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
with me
I'm experienced
Ain't my first time
Getting Benjamins
I'm spending money like Mr.Ren
All of my diamonds are glistening
Breathing in premium
tell by the scarf (scarf)
Call you Blockbuster 'cause you renting your cars
Who you fuckin' with? Oh no, not me (me)
Give me that hat, oh, ho, top me
start making that stuff, cause it won't be awful
Why you really messing with it, it won't be a debacle
And don't get me started, on the excuses in
A beast inside me all the time ripping at me with its doubt-doused teeth
A beast appeased by the feed that I give it daily with my doubts it feasts on my
of the thieves
The Devil was so impressed
With this wonderful man
He almost ejaculated on his hands
But the monarch of the empire said
Excuse me, Mr devil
I’d
when we walk through the blizzard
With no hat, coat, or gloves for our digits
It's been a long, long road, no fibbin'
Goes so quick though, excuse me
jewels to stunt no more, call me mineral investor
I buy shit I can pass down like all of my ancestors
Big diamonds, big gold for the whole world to see
of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's
And get it fitted
Like I'm a real trucker Don't got no time for no Excuse, n***a, just
Go get my money I'm Mr. Grime, boy, that Exotic like I'm a
Damn
Do do do me like you do
Nobody do me like you do,
Do do do me like you do
Baby don't doubt me girl
I fit drive you crazy
even pass e Bentley oh no
There’s no stealing here
Sky’s the limit
Look up young man
No ceilings in here
Excuse me
Mr rapper guy,
What are you doing in here
Oh
I won
fly
I know it ain't right now, but feeling like enterprise
You see me like Meech nigga, you know there's no getting by
Say hello my little friend, I
You made it seem like we were just fine
Seems like no one but her has picked a side
You must think yourself so clever, right Mr. Brightside?
You
down.
So fulfil your fantasy
Tell me don?t you agree
Get your body to move
There ain?t no excuse.
We?re gonna party
Let?s get it started
What does it
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