Lyrics:
(The owner does not respond)
Mr praline: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
Mr praline: I'm sorry
I have a cold i wish to make a complaint!
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
miss us (Don't miss us)
We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Miss us)
White Lambo with the bow
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
let's take it slower
But yet you moving closer
So keep it up I'll leave you nat with kniee op jou skouers
Ek is met Mr Cee
Julle lis vir Mr Cee
Alles wat
'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
Mrs. Mills waits down the stairs
Crimson carpet leads you there
Leaving broken hearts
A trail of those who
missions l
Yea I'm onna rise tryna count hella digits
Lil shordy down to ride I call her my lil mrs
Swear I need you by side cause when you not I really miss
Mr couple of women I get it Poppin
So Japan so they call me Mr Kamikaze
I guess I'm jus a pimpin ass nigga
You a sap that's a simping ass nigga
Brown
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil
excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's
enough, to know that I have seen too much
See 'cause Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
a stone thrower
Tryna have stones on my choker
Two kinds of people
The smoked and the smoker
Little Miss exhale you niggas
Like I'm doing fucking yoga
Lil
Glimmer
Lil baby you shine like some glitter
I can't lie lil baby I miss ya
I use too want be in the picture
I use too want be ya lil mr
Glimmer
Lil
wit penny for any type of showdown
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob bringin' sounds to your town
We be down to the fullest and fool I thought you knew this
That
just writing these songs baby do you miss me
I speak on the truth only once like lil ho I am not silly (oh ho)
Stay back just counting my bread on my
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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