Lyrics:
You and your friends, watching me
And I'm better than you'll ever be
I like the picture of you and your missus
It's good to see you're out there
them Barbies, now I need a pretty Missus
OTF 300, the city ridin' with us
Too many say they drillin', throw the L's up for them hittaz
L's up for
my missus go the distance
Dick her down and she all with it
Man, these hoes look apprehensive
About comin' to get the business
Knowin' if they let
I'm an opp, fuck the opps, tryna put them in a spliff
And you ain't safe with your missus or your kids
Bo-boosh
This whole world is fake, it's
crazy, man)
Goin' steady (you know it)
It won't last
Not at all
He's too thin
She's too tall
Hello, Missus Miller, this is Harvey Johnson
Can I
around 'round with you ?????
I'll let you take the wheel if you want, missus
I don't mind if you pull up to your mama
Go ahead, girl I know you duckin'
tried to kill him
She said Daddy-o don't you dare
He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I'm his Missus,
Oh daddy,
condition's preventin'
Conjugal visit's
Though mainly missin' my missus
They keepin' me from my children
Conditions create a villain
The villain is given vision
With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac
Livin', lovin', she's
with my Missus, Word to Jigga
I swear they'll have my art in exhibitions in a minute
Not just a rapper to these rappers, I swear I'm they father figure
out in the deep where the waters murky, feel that peak now my visions blurry, dressing smart not looking nerdy , why’s your missus getting flirty,
Got
Bass hangin' out the window
With a flamethrower we on the rise
But it's hard for me to stay sober
I love my missus but the
Mary always stay closer
Like
Been sitting watching adverts
Tablet all up in your face
Clicking cause it Christmas
Kids and missus on your case
cnother day delivery man
Time
missus run shit like a chief, together we gettin' mischievous
The bottom is way lonelier than the top, but these niggas ain't seen it
Stop that, stop it,
(uh-huh)
Booty, booty make him wanna turn me into his missus
Booty, booty make him wanna give me all his riches (ching)
Booty double dutch, booty make him
at work
Greyhound tickets and some haze on my missus
Though, it make no sense, I keep a heart on my shirt
When the rain storm's vicious, spend the day
And the missus is gonna be pissed, I'm playin' with (fire)
Chip just sent me the riddim, it's criss
And it's one big list of everything (fire)
Set it off, I
Send some to the Grim Reaper
Meanwhile, me and my missus
Like Solomon and Sheba
Sign of the times, her Emilio Pucci sneakers
Uh ghetto literature
I'd
busy to get busy
Simply stuntin', your missus can't miss me
Engine gunnin', headin' for the finish line
But not the sneaker store
I need that first place
and some haze on my missus
Know it make no sense
I keep my heart on my shirt
When the rainstorm vicious, spend
The day blowing, drinking
Tryna harvest
when the missus call
Im poachin all these chickens salt
N lick em make a face with bacon
Take it off with lyrics from
A stainless pot on flames skin is
pain , word to drake I can see they fake it was good back then and I know that nothing has changed .
And I'm down with my missus no more prowling these
just hit stage and left your missus legs all shakey, feeling like I'm suge but I got the smile of the baby , mama manifested that'd I'd make it and it's
Underneath this domesticity
Even if my missus misses me tonight
I ain't goin' home
Bring me just another mouth to feed
Care not now where ere the path
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