Lyrics:
block-switchin', don't know how you ride with him
Got a supermodel, wanna be a down missus
All my niggas, they be on them out-of-town missions
Wasn't hearin' me
tinted
Keeping my dick in my britches, y'all get to the bitches
Me, I'ma get to this money and split with the missus
Nigga, this vicious and I'm
it can only begin
When you know in your heart that the change is within
Love all your brothers and love all your sisters
Love all the missus and love
jumpin', I be jumpin', I be jumpin' alone
I be jumpin' for the phone I be jumpin' Missus Jones
I really wanna jump on Kinski's bones
Get up and jump,
and ballerinas
They all hot like some halapenos
If I released the names and pictures of all the bitches
Drop everything you doing and call the missus
She was
the missus (never)
Breakin' all my dishes
And fuck all my X-bitches
[Chorus 1]
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain't yours, the world ain't
and Missus
On little blue chairs.
You sew your trousseau
And Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs!
is runnin
I was learning gettin knowledge
And describin she a goblin
We be mobbin over bitches
Stickin missus she the business
Ghetto witness pussy
it can only begin
When you know in your heart
That the change is within
Love all your brothers and
Love all your sisters
Love all the missus and love
it can only begin
When you know in your heart that the change is within
Love all your brothers and love all your sisters
Love all the missus and love
room,
Where I can smoke my pipe away, with your wee head upon my knee.
We will thrive on, keep alive on just nothing but kisses,
With Mister and Missus
they taste so sweet
And I know you got your missus
But there ain't no one like me
Talkin' 'bout you (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Mm, I'm
your missus (hey)
But there ain't no one like me
Talkin' 'bout you (you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) (hey)
Mm, I'm talkin' 'bout you (you, ooh-ooh,
some hookers hookin' up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I'm the sickest nigga
holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.
Now you've heard our story, (oh, it's your story)
Here's the point we have
the neighborhood
She was known as Missus Monotony
They were happy as can be and they raised a family
Six or seven little monotonies
From another village came
its time to go
I hear the whisper gentle and light
Don't forget to ome next Sunday night
My old Missus swore to me
When she died shed set me
insane
And dear missus Perkins a game
Were talkin bout the china grove
Oh, china grove
But every day theres a new thing comin
The ways of an oriental view
thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with
Mister Brown
My Papa won't be 'round, he will call on Missus Brown
Angel pet, don't forget
Goodbye
insane
And dear missus Perkins a game
Were talkin bout the china grove
Oh, china grove
But every day theres a new thing comin
The ways of an oriental view
the morning, fever all the night
Fever, fever, fever, I'm his Missus, treat him right
Now you've listened to our story,
Here's the point that we have made
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
Discuss these missus Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In