Lyrics:
It's Mr. Never been shit, yours truly
A couple new hits wont move me
Mr. Playing With Some Hearts Like a Trickster
With a hand repping colors like
Road led through the forest full of whispering voices
Gnome stopped when moon rises at the gloomy meadow
Weird man, standing by the trees, make
for the stars, I land on the moon
There's never enough you can do, you groove with the wind, I rise with the sun, there's only one that can take this
Bank
Is Ben Frank
Call me Mr Benjamin
I go by Mr Get The Pot Right
I Been Whippin Up
I been Cooking All night
Put them bitches in a pot
I only like em if
You know you turn me on, just by the way you move
Can't be the only one to feel this way about you
But you're waiting for mr. perfect, well he
attendant he was always on the move
Ever since a kid Arokotoko would look at the moon
See a plane fly by and say "I hope you bring my Uncle soon…
I hope you
On the sun I rely nearly all of my might
And the moon, like the wolf for a shoulder to cry
And when it rains my eyes just roll and I walk around in
You know you turn me on, just by the way you move
Can't be the only one to feel this way about you
But you're waiting for mr. perfect, well he
You know you turn me on, just by the way you move
Can't be the only one to feel this way about you
But you're waiting for mr. perfect, well he
Rolling round town with you on my mind
With you on my mind, I want you on my side
Rolling round town with you on my mind
Hi Mr. Mack, where's Alex?
the tables in the french quarter
She always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her
the tables in the french quarter
She always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her
It's just another trial by fire
Hello Mr. Moon
Can I have some time with you
Trouble keep me runnin'
You can see it comin'
I know who shines down on you
around
In the small bayside town
Where his Dad's called the bingo
For thirty-five years.
And later on that night
Under the porch light
Mrs. Pinocci
on myself than lonely fathers
Watching Mrs. Parker, these days nobody know who authored
Rhymes of rappers on carpets
Nobody know who real or not
Nobody
the tables in the french quarter
She always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
a ride
Just get in line
Hand by your heart
Like memorize
Ask God please
Could you energize?
Beam on up
To the Enterprise
From the inner-city
Walkin' by the dumpster
See some valuable trash
Im'a turn that to some cash
Im'a build a big wall and then Obama's gonna call
Good job Mr. Trump, You've
want no death metal or no techno, nah!
We want some pleasant shit, summer days, pez and 6 (It's called the festival song)
Down by the river BNE, or Mr
hoes by the load they gon' come in minutes
New diamonds came in from the jeweler
Left hand on hold clip tight long a ruler
Right hand gone hit bust down
sandwiches
Purple Sally
I was betting Frankie and I thought of you
Now we're waltzing two by two
In a field of young love
Senior sun goes down
And Mr. Moon
Whit mr Robert Johnson
I come to play my blues
Whit the devil side by side
Playing this blues
I can spell my soul.
guala
I'm Mr. Shit Popper
I'm Mr. Slick Talker
I had to pull up on her
I'm like "Hey where you from?"
Shawty said "Guatemala"
She elegant, she proper,
¡Te
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