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I'll never force you to stay
Don't get me wrong, I'd love to go the distance
But I ain't forcin' me no missus
Well I, I've made it clear I want ya
But

missus had her pants down ion want none but you know that bitch start suckin‘
Statements written federales on my block squad deep they came in dozens
Block

over for tea
With the missus and me?""
It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903
Sing a song of long ago

Da, Da, Da
That's pretty misleading
Ba, Ba, Da, Da
Ba, Da, Da, Da
I don't know what she's feeling
Ba, Ba, Da, Da
Ba, Da, Da, Da
She's missus misleading

think about the missus
And I think about the lies
What would I do if she found out about us two
Would I run away through parks and through the woodlands

believe somebody can be mine
I wanna believe somebody can be mine
Wooo oh
Wooo oh
Be mine
Missus and Mister with a heart-shaped ring on their middle finger

of my Corvette
Must make it for the good of my worth net
Guess what this is, this is my new business
Fucking your missus, call me later I'm busy
(Guess

above
All the other cunts
Imma show 'em how
Seven fucking figures imma get it now
All the fucking bitches you can think about
Funny with the missus that's

You cant stand the little missus politickin' with her merlot and her mavens
You call em witches with the boys then retreat within the noise like

over for tea
With the missus and me

It's a real nice way
To spend the day
In Dayton, Ohio
On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903

Let's sing a song of long

marriage
The songs of Solomon remix

Prayin to God like
Did You make her out from my rib
If take a shot
Is there guarantee she's missus

Dímelo Dímelo Dímelo

me feel relaxed
I'm tryna roll around with gang
I'm tryna chase and cop me a bag
And my missus she top of the list
And my missus she top of the list

Three A.M. I been reminiscing, in the studio
Drunk again I'm missing my missus, where the feeling go
Sorry I can't keep no commitments, I had to let

don't want to be alive
I just really want to die
This the first time
That I'm really living life

Want to be my missus
But I cannot split my grind
Crying

going even when they don't feel it meanwhile
Elk stop making beats I'm still trynna write the bars
Got my missus breathing down my neck I don't want a bar

fake
Call you later, kinda busy
I was lying, I was creeping
With somebody else's missus
And the pussy too amazing
When she call me, can't escape it
Can't

married you, made you my missus
Uh
Took it for granted, wish I didn't
You know I'm overthinking, also reminiscing
Miss good morning texts, and all

me and the missus
I can
I can
I can hardly breathe
Two misfits
Ain't miss it
We kissing, me and the missus
Two Misfits
Two Misfits
Two Misfits
Two

of spring
The little missus is home alone
I think my number's being rung
Somebody better hold my phone
Eighties cramps playin' on her stereo
Doin' donuts

of everything.
I’m indebted to you, Miss Lovable.
Don’t you want to be, Miss Lovable.
I’d give it all just to have, Miss Lovable.
I could be your Missus Trouble.
I

she was my missus
And I wouldn't change a thing
Lame I know
It's wax lyrical
She tells me all the time
But I will never know
Well she's ill-minded when

an honest man with a missus so enough bitches become out of luck girls
Wifey's no fuck girl. It's no Regular Show, she's a 10 like Ben any day
Body and face

Don't get it twisted
I like it a lot when she wrist it
She been my missus
Ain't carry the glocky, We leaving with riches
She like to party
She

between moving on and sniffing pillowcases
Coconut-coffee kisses what I want for Christmas
Call me your missus Clause
This don't even make sense 
How I let