Lyrics:
Mister
Yeah, hey Mister
Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy
Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear you say, "Turn it up"
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Turn it up Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (come on)
Can
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah
(I said yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah
(What I say?) Lil Uzi
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(That bitch out in London) Yeah, yeah
I
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 lil' older, seen shit for what it was
Yeah, I know you longer but I like him for what he does
No talk, .38 revolver just because
Straight liquor, that
Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone, ayy, yeah, ayy, uh, Vlone
(Did it by myself)
Did it by myself, did it by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one
cause I'm sure that they mean you well
But every time they fail she runs right back to Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah
they fault cause I'm sure that they mean you well
But everytime they fail she runs right back to Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Yeah
, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' slowpoke (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call up lil' folks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give you a lil' mo' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
One foot in the door
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
Birkin bag me
And I drive 'em crazy, love it when I call him daddy
My lil' freak (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My lil' freak, my lil' freak, my lil' freak,
on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together
that I bring
Cats don't earn the shit that I burn
Lil' nigga standin' tall and be firm
It's either us done with them or get served
Keep tryna align
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm smooth, uh, I'm one smooth lil' dude, uh
Only 22, richer than you and your whole crew, nigga
Call me Mr. Glock, I
See When we come pon the street man
dem ma call us brosper
But me i’m Mr Major pon it
Yeah
Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major
Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major
Mr Mr Mr Mr
yeah, yeah
I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (whoa)
It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah
And I
to prove that I'm crazy
I will tell you
It's because they know that I'm right
Ooh, Mr. Nice Guy say no nice guy
Ooh, yeah
Drop the top on bitches now they
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