Lyrics:
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land
enough to give this life away
'Cause you've been changed
The generous Mr. Lovewell loves today
It may be a simple, "How do you do?"
The king of thing
gets straight A’s)
I’m no Mr. Failure
(He always recycles)
Call me Mr. Green
(He’s always very polite)
Call me Mr. Manners
(Sometimes he makes mistakes)
Give him up 'cause his loves like that
Ain't no way that I'm moving on
Oh, I love my Mr. Wrong
Hung up off your good
You call and I run
My
Oh but that's the devil
Guess the devil's got the power
See his prowess over peasants
Millions in depression
The rich get fatter
Give us ladders, with
get no fucks
Every time I try to care, I just give up, can't get no fucks
I'm Mr. To official , why i'm to official, I stand on business, boy I get it
I'll give this love to you
So baby come get it, get it
Yeah
I like that
It sounds good, uh
Let me give it to you
I'm super turnt up
I'm
shit biweekly
Smoking on Palmer, I'm not talking Keke
Frost on my wrist yeah King Zane feeling cooler
I get bout ten bags then I hit up my jeweler
I'm
Mr Send a Missile
Blitz em ripping shit like tissue
Up the heat and it come and get you
Tweak wit me and I bug up witchu
Don't got it all up top
I'm
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
John Lee's was rocking
The Imitators drove it home
Sun was dancing up a heatwave
For a while she was all
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
John Lee's was rocking
The Imitators drove it home
Sun was dancing up a heatwave
For a while she was all
when the burden became too great the government offered a small rebate
But after the fifty dollars spent the heating went up by fifty percent
That's why
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
Dragged round by the scruff of the neck
Got to get down
Look up
Kiss the boot
I said yeah
Thrown down with my back to the wall
Got to learn the rules
tried to get involved
But was all falling down unraveling
Tin man pinned him up to a tree
With his free hand fast and explained
Are you really gonna fuck
rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo
I know what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay,
like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
without explanation
Please don't patrionize me, Mr. Intentional
Oh, ohhh, ohh ohhh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure
The advice that we go,
Pick a tune
Mr. Mr.Goon, hey
See you better get that night Vision
Be like 13, that site missing
Call me werewolf cause I bite Different
Oh yeah by
and smooth
She give a fuck about the hustling doubts that you went through
So get yourself together dawg and tune in tonight
She want to fuck with a thug Mr
contract
Yo fellas (What)
Take off the baseball caps
Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
And throw on the glasses and give up the (Tees)
Oh
contract
Yo fellas (What)
Take off the baseball caps
Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
And throw on the glasses and give up the (Tees)
Oh
gon' drop a bag, get him in the head and peel the cap
All these niggas scared, nigga, end up dead with that cap
And we bangin' red, yeah, I got it
without the fee
Feed me without a big receipt
How can I get by without this?
How can I get by? I'm crawling
My ego and pride's up
Bitches never bark rough
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