Lyrics:
"please hang up and place your call again"
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every
"please hang up and place your call again"
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every
of skunk
My girl keep complainin'
Poppin' junk and stuff
You say one more word, tramp
And I'ma fuck you up
Police came through and they cuffed me up
I'm out
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
Out the part I'ma shark
See me lurk in the dark
This is not what you want
I'ma keep this shit blunt
All your statures is chump
Attack if you want
Only
Told me your love was the best
At the critical moment proved-impotent
Bitch you guessed it, seen it coming
When I stuck my thumb in
Simultaneously
You gotta reach for your goals lil nigga
What else could they talk about
They just be talking to down
Give a fuck what they talking bout
You gotta
Mr. Blue
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Orange
Mr. Pink, Mr. Blue, Nice Guy Eddie
Reserve Voyeur D.A.W.g'$ Shit!
Get your max out mother fuckers!
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
love you Eaze (I do)
So bro I'm still witchu (E2)
Yo house don't even feel the same
Yo momma she miss you (She do)
Mr. Homewrecker (Huh)
Mr. Paid
with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars, word to Brickies
Told 'em to keep fifty, my
'm offended if you hear my new shit and you ain't rewindin' me
Self made, I never needed your bail or a wire, see
I'm never callin' collect, I call to collect
Rubbing down my back
While I'm kissing on your navel, (Yeah)
Licking down your spine
Girl I love to taste your flavor, (love to taste your flavor)
Got you
from there
Oh you (girl) are on my mind (on my mind)
And I love to make you mine (I'll make you mine)
Reach your heart and soul to me (on my mind)
how
I pull up on they ass
We can't fuck with you 'cause you
Ain't ever in your bag
I'm Mr "Go Right On Tour, ayy
And Fuck a Bunch of Sluts"
You Mr "Ayy,
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock
they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your
how the f**k can you lead a group just by talking laymen
My response to this always love the lovelessness
Treading like a duck in water never know how
're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy, cozy
By the sea Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
Life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Just
all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you
to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
By the sea, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
side, it's on your side)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
(Love's on your side, my baby)
I love me, baby, you should love you more
I love me,
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