Lyrics:
Sucky little haters being hunted by the unseen
Caspr the ghost rapper, dressing like scream
Ghost face out here swinging like a slasher
What's your
as I step into the door
See all the girls dancing on the floor
Mr DJ please give me some more
Say na Wande Coal they asking for for for
Shayo galore
CHORUS
Commacausee blinded by the show lights Paparazzi they know I'm a gold mine
EveryBody know me where I go why You suicidal, hanging wit the low
Bus pass hard box cheers goal drink crack blu?
spot scoop boss and jeans go home ok game go movie
copy and account footing meeting feeling
Patron straight, no Sprite to chase it
Feeling great, ice grills on my enemies faces
Ha! But I'm so not worried
I'm chilling like eskimos under polar bear
from another planet
Sleeping for a while but I don't want another Xanax
Landed on this planet from a UFO my capes on
Feeling like my life's the mr
She's got a candle lit by her window
With a double-barrel shotgun next to her rocking chair
She's been waiting
And this old lady, she's been
feeling horny
Or we can have an orgy
With you and your friends, I'll be the man
Have a nigga yelling out, YEAH!
My label trying make me switch the flow
to this never ending saga
Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa
Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla
On the verge
Sitting on a side street, as glancing eyes turn away.
Searching for answers in a song, and the cats that run away.
Hey Mr. Businessman, won't you
Blinded by the light
A heart is breaking
I can hear it
Dropped when gone beyond my sight
Hey there, Mr. Talk Too Much
What's in store for us now?
Emotion and thought I've got I've got a lot of it
For Mr. Blake's sake initiate it if you've caught a bit
Fresh for the passing a check is
You begin to wear me out, I feel like crossbones to you skull
Your stupidity blinds me, your so-called brilliance is so dull
You're living life by
volatile measures
I got in combat with mere mortals as
I remain right in my sector
Like I'm Mr ledger
I promise the world a phenomenal gesture
That I'ma do
Koba! Dream Empire
Every time you tell me say you don't think
I can be called your Mr perfect guy
Make I no lie, it breaks me down
And I think I
Hey Mr go Getter
All your feelings yeah they
Come from a factory stay with a no hitter
Turn the pages as they fall from a magazine
Some people don't
Swear I’m just funny
But I know Selenas, Aminas
And Ginas that told me they feelings
They all good for me
Still I could leave ‘em I told ‘em to
Beat it
feeling hella bad
It's to artists and Mr carnigan
Best you've ever had
Do not take it serious
This the one fun track, do not get delirious
Cereal, I eat it
was sitting on a wing
And I waved to him, but I don't think he noticed me
I've got a funny feeling I know who he is
Mr. X (repeat)
roguish by nature
We booked a cruise to Jamaica
Might be gone all summer
I lay the pipe like a plumber
I'm single for the Summer
And she was single
feeling sore
From looking over my shoulder
On the way to the store
What for, what for
I don't wanna guess
Dirty butter or they didn't like the smell of my
shit coming a mile away
straight to the point
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting
if u lil boys even gotta say
stick to my ground i dont gotta
Koba Dream Empire
Every time you tell me say you don't think
I can be called your Mr perfect guy
Make I no lie it breaks me down
And I think I can't
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