Lyrics:
filled, Mr. 3 Peat - Jordan or O'Neal
Hit her with the steel, she want a copy of the film
I just want, my baby dolls, all of them to get along
Might lose
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
Life called to Mrs. Wentworth-Brewster
Fate beckoned her and introduced her
Into a rather queer, unfamiliar atmosphere
She'd just sit there, propping up
She was the prom queen, the world was hers
With a wave of her hand, whispered words
Hearts broken by her abilities
Addicted to the sweetness
finish your fresco
She no cappin' by heart asked for espresso
I mean, I guess so
Don't make me bring up all this shit that you wished for
Assault
You Da Joke think it's funny it's Serious (Haaa) Hoe I'ma Keep comin' Period. (Bitch)
Catchin' flights for a sunny experience, fix ya life with ya money
a baby
Excuse me, I think someone is at the door
Mr. Lamar?
It can't be you
You telling me you've come this far
For what?
Look never mind, please do come
vibe o
I cannot come and go and die
The thing wey i want ,e so fun ko pe walai (beleive who)
Ko pe walai ( tori on pe walai )
She tell me many many
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Looking good but looking down
(What's you say, come on by)
Said she needed inspiration
(What'd you say)
I said, 'Get yo shit cause
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
of the late night shifts
You see me
She trying to be in the club twerkin, twerkin, twerkin
All up on this dick (ooh)
Yeah, so Mr. Manager
This is my two weeks
hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body and the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you (Ohh..)
[Chorus:]
Hey Mr DJ keep playin'
boobs
omo yii ma n shere lori stage ati bed mi
uhn! all her performance bi ka beg ni
she go turn best friend with my ex girlfriend
tell me how I no go
make you fall pass She just wants to have fun
When I saw her the other day
Guy I shoulda just run
But you know me, Mr low key love adventure
She no get
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
Every tomorrow brings sunshine
In my neighborhood since you've been in it
Oh-oh
Here comes Mrs. Postman
She's thicker than blue blood
Mrs margaret was getting bored of sitting around the house
Inside her mind were melodies she needed to get out
But first things first to find a group
bag you'll find a pepsi
Cause I'm Mr Worldwide and I'm big and sexy
If you come up to me, speak directly
To my ass while it rides the beat, see
Fuck
epiphanies
But she'll try to pin you down, come morning
She'll produce the ledger of your love, a monolith
Better get yourself back to Boston, Mr. Smith
I
Brand new Twiztid!
Welcome to the beautiful experience
Of sex education
I'm Mr madrox, Mr rights is on vacation
I'll be teachin' you about
The birds
come shake it real loosely
The minute they drop it go bho fatshe
She licking herself I go ooh kats
I’m tatted she tatted like pampiri
More bottles just
palaver
Trying to make p by the hour
Your Mrs, is that her
She's trying to serve it on a platter
Age thirteen I was dishing out food what you mean I was
she’s 63…
V126 Woman 1 (off mic)
…her lips are set free!
V127 Fanny
Tell us further what you’ve got, Mrs. Finkelstein, so far you’re on the spot!
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