Lyrics:
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mr. Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mr. Postman
(Please Mr. Postman look and see)
Oh yeah
(If there's a letter in your bag
motherfucking faces off
Remix
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid
motherfucking faces off
Remix
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid
oh, well
Under my coat where the tool at
If you want smoke, we can do that (on God)
And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that
Ayy, look how he dance,
you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Oh, play
flex, a young nigga flex
(we is) a young nigga flex (a what?)
A young nigga flex, a young nigga flex
(oh man god damn)
I'm smokin' on dope, I don't stress
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
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
Mr. Roboto
(And thank you very much oh Mr. Roboto
for helping me escape just when I needed to)
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
(Thank you thank you thank you)
Excuse me Mr.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
Woah, oh woah, oh
Woah, oh ayo Ian
Heard you got racks, that's cap, nigga
Heard you got straps, that's cap, nigga
Don't fuck wit' these 'lil ass
Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah
You know I'm savage
.40 Glock posted on the block
And my shorty pop when that forty stop
You a cold rat informing cops
and they fear me instantly finna fall in love
When walkin by me slimey no bsg but we get grimey
Diamonds kno tht we got em and they shinin
Oh my god I’m so
(Damn wait)
Aye' damn (Bitch I gotta stack it up)
(Bitch gon' back it up)Its Tom, and I'm still posted on the 9 lil' bitch aye'
Pullup I got time too
lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherfuckers better run from that
I making so much damn money
It's your boy, Mr. Wonderful
Reporting from the backseat of a limo
You can smell what I'm smoking right out the window when the wind blow
Oh, oh
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
lil bitty bitch she gone shake it
Yeah this lil bitty bitch yeah she faded damn
Yeah
She gone off that liquor
I just might hit her, slim waist, ass
the lot
'Cause I been through a lot
And now I'm at the top
I been through a lot
You wouldn't understand
Unless you been through a lot
Damn, damn, damn
be on you like damn
I know you got a man, man, man
But tell me what your man, man, man
Got to do with me, me, me
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Got to do
And no Mr. Clean, my bro he just hit a stain yea
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeh, no Mr. Clean my bro just hit a stain uh yea
Gah damn, yeh
My bitch a barbie, she
to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in
I'm sorry if I fucked your web up, royally
It wasn't something I could see
WAOAH
Oh Mr. Spider
Oh Mr. or Mrs. Spider
I'm sorry if I fucked your web up,
I'm sorry if I messed your web up, royally
It wasn't something I could see
WAOAH
Oh Mr. Spider
Oh Mr. or Mrs. Spider
I'm sorry if I messed your web up,
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