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by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,

Record it and put it in MOMA 
It’s not a mfn moment 
You dead I won’t send no condolences 
You salty nigga like adobo 
I’m thinking she might have fomo
Cuz

Bad, yeah, bad lil' No more Mr. Nice Guy
Bad, V for Vendetta Bad lil
Bad lil' bitch with a bun Bad, bad lil
Poppin' on her lips with the gum Bad, bad

a lil’ different when I'm around
Quiet down
Had the juice but it's drying up
You had ‘em hype but it's dying down
Feel a lil’ different when I'm around

hit one of your friends and
It's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you

the back trynna shoot 
I told him to chill cuz these niggas fruits 
Flow so sick man I think it got the flu 
Rip to Pop my condolence to the woos
Ankside

Mr. Blue

The Fleetwoods

Diner

1982

prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn

Mr. Blue

The Fleetwoods

National Lampoon's Vacation

1983

prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn

Mr. Blue

The Fleetwoods

Lovin' Fifties [JCI]

1995

prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn

that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can

more Mr. nice guy

I intimidated by no bum nigga
Bottom of the shoe type lame scum nigga
I'm Mr. hard ass but I ain't gone blow dat gun nigga
Shut

My last time seeing you I'm dressing in my best
Rip my auntie Pam its no more stress
It's no more pain it's no more wondering what's next
Lil Art My

A few, few days ago
I can’t remember if I cried
something touched me deep inside
the day the Cardi died...

Bye, bye, Mr. Furniture Guy
Saw a Cardi

I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA, they put a chip in my brain
Yeah, it's Big Lope in this motherfuckin' man LDC, shit, lil' bitch
Yeah, big L.D.,

[MR. BUMBLE (spoken)]

Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry...Liberal terms? Three pounds!

[SOWERBERRY (spoken)]

Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing

I Get Money

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine

2007

ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I

something to share!

*slow pop music starts*
Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise
Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny

that shit was my best purchase
Cant be on no lazy shit, I wanna see you work lil bitch
Im a boss, dont try to send no worker to come and talk to me
Blind

going down" and told me "get in bed"
Love you I know it now they way you kiss the head
They called you by my name they called you Mrs. Gregg
And we was

Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker

As a youngster I never knew

Cracks in Mr. Perfect

Ne-Yo

R.E.D. [Deluxe Edition]

2012

But the devil he can talk real loud (Yeah)
And my on decision I'm not proud (No)
But by the grace of God I'm here right now  
Healthy and getting

head if he act tough
Finesse my whole life I’m a pro with it
Just give me 2 secs and I blow this bitch
I shoot that boy twice my condolences
I don’t give

that I'm very nice, niggas talk down and catch bullets
Like they Jerry Rice, no need to say it twice

Then I go back to zoning
Gotta send my condolence

Cracks in Mr. Perfect

Ne-Yo

R.E.D.

2012

Yeah yeah
So they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah

I ain't got a condom here
(Oh no)
Too