Lyrics:
Mr and Misdemeanor
Middle of the roaders
Set beside the ocean
Landscapes alive agoshin'
Who put all of this in motion
Lucky Luciano
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
to rhythm) (yeah)
Hey Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity-bop
I like-a the way that you boppity-bop
Hey Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity-bop
I like-a the way that you
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty-one
, hurtin'
Time goes by
Right on by
And I, I'm still hurtin'
Yeah, hurtin'
You walked away, and the pain began
I knew I'd never love again
Oh, my
goin' on (yeah, yeah)
I said come on over baby, we got chicken in my barn (yeah, yeah)
Yeah ayy, whole lotta shakin' goin' on (yeah, yeah)
Come
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing it for me, fellows, now
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I try to put my arms around you
All
the saviour
Well I really can't tell
By the way that your behavior
I'll take you off the boat
Put you under my wing
Yeah, you could pull my leg
no harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exception
And you want a piece of me
I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich
Ooh, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing it for me fellows, now
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I try
then one day she can't take it no more
And decide to leave
Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side
Yeah (goin' dummy on these hoes)
Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)
Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi
Don't text me in
the fantasy end? Yeah
When will the Heaven begin? Yeah
Whoa, now
Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager
Tell me where you're going
Tell us where you're headed
I
She threw down her golden band
Crushed it with her feet into the sand
Took her silent partner by the hand
Yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah
Somewhere
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
no harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exception
And you want a piece of me
I'm Mrs Lifestyles of the rich
. Quiet, shhh
Bitch don't make a sound
Yeah
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy tell my
game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young
It's my go, yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
Ah say yeah yeah yeah, say yeah yeah yeah
Ah say yeah yeah yeah, say yeah yeah yeah
I try to put my arms around you
All because I want to hold
, yeah, yeah (I love you girl)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Mrs. Sticky
[Hook - 1x: Ric Rock]
Sticky fingers is the one I love
I
to change
Step by step, I got a brand new walk
I even sound sweeter when I talk
Said woah (yeah)
Woah (yeah)
Woah, woah (woah)
Woah (woah)
I said
of the house
And everybody looked so sad and I asked a soldier boy there
And I said is is is Mr Garfield and he said yeah he's gone
Gonna lay him in that cold
yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your hands up if you out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I gotta hold it down for my out of town girl, girl,
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