Lyrics:
If you’re looking for Mr. Right
Baby just take a look at me I’m here right by your side
You turn every corner
You paint the town and street
His name
Begonias are pretty as can be
Mrs. Jones Begonias have been crushed
By you and me
Mrs. Jones Begonias are pretty as can be
Mrs. Jones Begonias have been
So what we supposed to do?
Got us yelling
Mr. Officer Mr. Officer
Please take the red beam off of us
We ain't tryna end up in a coffin bruh
We just
counting big bands
Big B on the back of my new pants
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
overload
Turnpike in freak mode, kissin at a highway patrol
Haulin platinum and gold, takin chicks to the superbowl
Big freight with big weight
Eight
Mr. Messy and she so sexy
Kiss me up or can
I kiss your neck please
You cant help me this aint healthy
I'm goin' hard like a big Apache
I'm Mr. Messy
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
at the haters
Them think me silly
Moving up and down
Them call me big willy
Mr patch Mr patch
With the mac the gat
Nah shoot none a dem
Even though them a enemy
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice
a band
Bitch, how you gang, you dumped by yo' man
Bitch, you ain't gang
How you lie for your friend?
That nigga broke, I can see through the lens
That
watch
me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops I'm no beginner
So watch me get loose and run
funeral-serving church preacher
Your black hearse coffin seeker
The body polluter, the gat shooter
The Brownsville, wild Brooklyn trooper
The cock-D mountain
Big backwood full of 'za
You can smell it from afar
Shawty never seen a star
So she look at me in awe
Big drip on me when I'm hopping out the car
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
by.
What?
When Mr. Fart was passing through
the market,
whoosh!
a big mortar and pestle came flying
over to him.
He was so surprised
and farted
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
Someone sees it all
Tolerance of violence
By the fellows with no heads
Goodbye Mr. Ed
Some things are so big
They make no sense
Histories so small
We chuggin' syrup like Super Troopers, appearance is super duper 'cuz now
I got money taller than Oompa Loompas
So many commas I'm going kamikaze
So
with my infrared
You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I
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
new
Never stopped never backed down haters said to quit
Stayed focus got my bag down spent it on my drip
Big boss serving gas time to make a flip
When I was a boy
There was no limit to what I could eat
Shake after shake after shake after shake
Followed by all kinds of red meat
Metabolism
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