Lyrics:
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
bitch like me and I don't know her
all up on me at the show I'm tryin' to control her
you hatin' from afar she tryin' to get closer
sittin' with me
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it
Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
she say I'm Mr. Ro...
Smooth, just like a silk
Soft and cuddly, hug me up like a quilt
I'm a lyrical lover, no take me fi no filth
With my sexual
with me
You can
Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke
I'd rather
Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat
New York City in the building nigga
Listen up y'all
I'm y'all substitute teacher Mr garvey
I taught school for 20 years
In the inner city
So don't even think about messing with me!
Dedicated! Free my nigga Meek Mill!
D6!
I walk inside the strip club
Buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house
These bitches call
I'm associated with Some heavy hitters
Do a nigga down bad for da birds he tasting bitter
I'm a type of nigga well respected and he go by Mr.
type
a perc now I'm turnt off a bean
Clean up the scene just like Mr. Clean
And get forgiven just like Charlie Sheen
Chasing greatness I'm just trying to get
Daddy Kane
They don't know what time it is about Mr. Welfare
Do me a favor open up your book to page fifteen
at the top and read it off like this
the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really
Yo, it's time to drop some truth bombs on Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly
Rhymes so weak, it's like wrapping up jelly
Lil Tristy, you're a blip on the radar
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
So you know I understand Mr. Choko Noko
But just to explain anything
You know that's all it is
I wasn't involved in this
By any means
Mr. Choko Noko
. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up
unapologetic brat
Dirty dancing in the basement
The world was in my hands
This is the death of Mr. Perfect
Of Mr. Perfect
(Of Mr. Perfect)
Of Mr. Perfect
I can
Sky)
(Mr. Blue Sky)
Mr. Blue, you did it right
But soon comes Mr. Night creepin' over
Now his hand is on your shoulder
Never mind, I'll remember
ninja, Mr. Chewbacca?
But I'm proud of Mr. Chewbacca
He done did good
He stood up for himself and said no more
You can't come around my farm and treat me
stick with me
'Cause I don't know nobody, but I know Lil B
And I don't hate nobody, but I love BasedGod
It's mothafuckin' Chance the Rapper
What's up my
candle
And I'm finna flip her backwards
Have her sliding off tha mattress
No moving no acting baby this is real action
Beat it up so bad
You be scared
loose murder, all witnesses and survivors
That's a job completer, dependable contractor
The back hand wack rap slapper
Mr. leather bomber taker
Catch
'm the man
Do ya sexy lil dance for me do it with no hands
Do a sexy dance for me
Do a lil sexy dance
Do a lil sexy dance for me
Do a lil sexy dance
Do a lil
He wakes up every day the same
Believing he's gonna make a change
Never wonders "if" but "when"
I guarantee he can find a way
To reach out
beaters
When I'm up in the pussy I lil Reese her
Black angel legend like Michael
The one that go hard for the title
You knowing damn well I'm your idol
You
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