Lyrics:
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So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just so
of your team
Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only stop by to look through ya
And I'm only getting greedier
And I'm still Mr. Youmedia
And I still
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil
Sing to me, Mr. c., sing to me
The song that I've been waiting to hear,
Just for me, Mr. c., just for me,
And everybody else will disappear . . .
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
Ain't the type to let you tell her what she needs
Ain't gon' sit or stand around
I laid all off, I leave 'em sick with receipts on me
One touch is
Hey Mr. Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I've got time for me more round and a six pack to go
Tomorrow morning's Sunday I'm gonna be feeling low
on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night
the same green I get
I mean I get so much
Green it's like I'm Irish
High glis' on my wrist and you
Can see the camera shoot
The CD gettin' spins it's Mr
and bye"
And that's why I waited
So doggone long, yeah
Can't you see how happy I am?
Because the man is coming home
So now, here I be
By
think I gotta say-ahh a lil' something
Lets keep it jumpin' playa (playa)
Ain't too many places that you know about
So everybody in the world, welcome
Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood,
If you sellin that icecream ya got to make sure its good
Mr. Icecream man(mr. icecream man)4x
'm deep in the game, not like I toasted be
I get somewhere if a lane, they took over me
Somewhere down the line, the grind molded me
Its so sick and this
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
going to bed and
My stomach is sick and it's all in my head
But she's touching his
Chest now, he takes off her dress now
Let me go i just can't look,
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery
Was so deep, couldn't sleep
black stallions riding up
It's Mr. Biggs screaming showdown
I'm like, what?
Now Kelly
It's not enough room in this town
For you and me so let's get
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back
I won't bore you with the details, baby
I don't even wanna waste your time
Let's just say that maybe
You could help me ease my mind
I ain't Mr. Right
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
and bye"
And that's why I waited
So doggone long, yeah
Can't you see how happy I am?
Because the man is coming home
So now, here I be
By
Sittin' by de ocean
Me heart, she feel so sad,
Sittin' by de ocean,
Me heart, she feel so sad
Don't got de money
To take me back
Life lines and suicide crimes --
He found me in a state
Grabbed my purse and hitched a ride
With a Mrs. Jesus "how you been"
I've been
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back
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