Lyrics:
modernize the place a bit
Huh?
I raise the bar like this shit is my son
I hold it up and tell you midgets, "Jump"
They used to say I was a gimmick, I admit it
this kid
Who now wants to mess with everything that we're trying to build
I don't get it Mr. Mooks
Tell me
Enlighten me
Mr. Mooks
Alright so
tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when you get there
They don't ask, they don't ask what you saved
All they'll want to know, Mr.
Is
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i
lay it right
Call me mr plumber when I'm dishing out this pipe
Show me where it's leaking imma fix it from behind
You can get it any day you can get it
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
cross the globe when I'm with you baby
Hey (Chris Brown)
Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide)
Let's ride, woo
You put it down like New York
tha back wit they legs up
And im gon tell u how i want it whether head or guts
Im spread nuts, set it up, i show you how to wet it up
2 and 3 to 4 how
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
What you ask for it's either him or Me
Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies
I'm Mr. International life is like
on me, pray to god I'm never drowning
Bro said he finna get lil' bro whacked, I don't doubt it
Yeah I really want them racks, give a fuck 'bout being
tell me I'm missing
At all
No bother no mention
I'm used to detention
I promise it's
Like for real
They tell me I'm way to expressive
That's all 'cause
vibes when I tell you hit the road with me, see the globe with me, you deserve it, I do too
Big bags, big gifts, big rendezvous
We ain't worried bout
look at the top of the globe you won’t see where I’m at
They sprayin ozium round me n my broz n them we smell dat gas
It’ll be pandemonium if they try
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
Well well well well well well dis D Pop better know as Mr. Good Stuff
And I got a lil something for all y'all ladies out there listen
They call me
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
gotta live a lil'
You, me, wine? Promise I won't kiss n' tell
I'm on top, on top of the globe
I think I'm okay
I'm drunk on Merlot
Mami so hot
She drop it
It's all about the globe (dale)
I'm taking over like Alexander the Great
Cities, countries and states (ha-ha)
From the Mediterranean Sea (Mohombi)
something and I don't know you mr tax that ass
Mr do this shit they call me mr get his bread right
Mr keep it pushing we ain't stopping at no red lights
Hella
you do it wrong
when you shoot don't miss
cause if you do niggas'll catch you and baby ??? ???? wrong
if they put you in the ditch
I'ma tell you like
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
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