Lyrics:
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
issue
MRS bLACKITT: What d'you mean?
MR bLACKITT: I could, if I wanted
Have sexual intercourse with you
MRS bLACKITT: Oh, yes, Harry
MR bLACKITT: and
By
I'm managed by me, shit I feel like I'm pimpin' me
Huh, these hoes tippin' me, huh, take 'em to Tiffany's
Just had an epiphany, that bitch ain't bad,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Our glory sealed by God's own pen
I'm a bad bitch and you know it
I'm a sad bitch, but I don't show it
Tiffany tear drops are all you'll see
The only
Written by a maniac, his love has made me blind
Can't deny the poison gets me high
Just a little taste
Shook my life, it hit me like a drum
Hey, hey, hey
I
song you know
Or play Vanilla Ice
Hey, you can play him twice
And you can play the Bee Gees any day
But Mr. DJ, please
I'm beggin' on my knees
I just
Written by a maniac, his love has made me blind
Can't deny the poison gets me high
Just a little taste
Shook my life, it hit me like a drum
Hey, hey, hey
I
song you know
Or play Vanilla Ice
Hey, you can play him twice
And you can play the Bee Gees any day
But Mr. DJ, please
I'm beggin' on my knees
I just
Yeah yeah yeah
We go by the name
Uh uh
Nine
Seven
LS
Rapsafi
Tulianza huu mchezo kitambo
Sindo ma fundi wa hii mambo
Hatu fanyi Fanyi juu ya fame
Kefa
Siogopi kuskia parapanda inalia au tarumbeta
Rada chafu usidhani mambo shwari ukiona nacheka
Ni do or die, sink or swim naishi now or never
Bidii
differently
I could tell the nigga was cappin', instantly I barely wanna buy the bitch Mickey D's
And she want me to buy her Tiffany's Are you kidding me
Y'all
i'm
Talking special delivery vividly
Shining on these bitches like Tiffany
(Bling) isn't he killing these rappers
Come and witness he
Had to go
girls, be girls everywhere
I can't help but stare
I'm just hoping that they share
Overseas they call me KaliBobbitto Frejo
He called Mr. Bookoo Speedy
spend my wage at the counter
By tapping my foot with "Great White"
as background
Tonight, Tiffany will be my queen
No time for candlelight dinner,
Eat
pop beers only stick to strongbow
Some take her out and by her I mean girlfriend and co
End up moving with the wrong company
You just can't help you
The women will all say: 'C'mon in my kitchen'
And get all hot and bothered by your touch
So Mr. Johnson, you hike across that yonder graveyard
Avoid
and lips
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with
really alive
Grabs herself a partner. . .Mr five by five
Swings her from a tree like a happy baboon
Two steps back throws him over the moon
Don't knock
Porque a culpa é dessa weed na minha mão hey
Porque a culpa é dessa *#*# na minha mão heeyy
[Fora] by Nusneidy 74 e Elves Filipe
P#rra esse mambo tá kib
like in Tiffany's, surrounded by diamonds. The crazy party on the dance floor. Now scream !!!! Music makes people feel strangely good
whit you
poets,
They called her MRS SAKS FIFTH her name was Tiffany
New York And Jersey first tour the shit lit to me
Too sick to even hit my show the shit felt
is having that epiphany
I'm been searched by a squaddy named Tiffany
The way she gurt me, me supn get stiff on me
Still me slide through smooth like
because you sought
The wrong sissy with a loaded glock
Tiffany paint job, hollow point stuff
Releasing the bats right out of my cuff
Keep loud pack but I
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