Lyrics:
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
Criminal smooth ft. Red & dibby Sounds (Prod by Ataxia)
(Djeemy Reduzi) :
Quand on est pas 6 on est 8
Bois son pussy comme un yop
Faut d’la magie
enough mister officer
He's a psychopath
He's a murderer
He's a murderer
That's close enough mr officer
He's a psychopath
He's a murderer
He's a murderer
Hey Mister Man, you're making plans to fly off some place warm
But I'll be here with Christmas cheer, just waiting out the storm
Ho ho ho ho home is
slimmer
Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger
Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave.
On the wax and vibrate like a ninja
Mr. Daddy Rich
Party people, party people, do you wanna get funky?
Get down, get down, you know
Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it
We smoke weed by
I been as good as your mister be
Play with a boy and I might catch a body
So we sit it down Murder Mystery
Count up these bands like i'm Mr Beast
Get
Immature piece of shit, look what you went and done
Well done MiSTah Kye, Mr mister you missed your chance
Your only chance, now let it go ‘feeling like
on ya books you ain't want fa shiiiid,
It be true me and you, let's keep it mooving, I be ya keyshia you be my Gucci, you my mister, I'm ya Mrs. Wit hugs
target
Hooked up with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
gone for the gallows to hang
Ah, ah
When John Brown walked by on his way to die
Conviction tortured him
He said, "Man is depraved
And there
with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass
rhyme
I'm in the hall like aaron puffing l's all day
First command mister keep the fat broads away
Fresh fly, ogc be the best by
Puff lai with my nigga
Mary was a mother and the wife of a man named Hayes
Raising sons and daughters with another on its way when
The mob got Mr. Turner on his way with
The treasure is mine
It’s mine, it’s mine
That’s my day-to-day life
And I'll unveil your candor
I'll sell you to the ruthless ones
That you abhor,
Mr. By
espresso got me expressing how i feel about you, girl im just telling the truth
And im a mister just waiting for his barista
And i
Im sending uber if i
lady)
And I may not be Mr. Right but I can be your mister right now you are my soul (How'd it get so complicated, One month good the next I'm hated, Left
phase me
Ima roll a blunt and ima smoke it to myself
I feel most at peace when I be chillin by myself
And I be faded I be smokin till I'm high as hell
I
"Jacob, wake up! You've got to tidy your room now."
And then Mister Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Over the garden wall, two little
getting lapped-
Well that’s a wrap, man.
Take a nap.
What's happening?
It’s mister quicker than a bunny,
Slicker than any other fuckin’ dummy comin’ up
by clubs uit al is ons amper 40
Date net dom blondes, want dis fokken maklik
Probeer heetlyd diep wees maar bly oppervlakkig
Lifestyle centres en
so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
[Verse One]
C'mon me tell
your mister you be my Mrs
You're mine
You're mine
I see the future together now lets ride
You're mine
Should I say it one more time like
On the line
I
Hey Mr banker
You fucking wanker
Not feeling fine
Cause my heart and
Soul is spent
Just living for the grind
And just living for rent
Shops
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