Lyrics:
wasn't even what he thought it was
A missus, a missus on my mind
A missus on my mind
A missus, a missus could she be mine mine
My face will leak when I see
and orange cotton candy skies
Oh, I love this
Waking up with you will never miss
Hold my face and give me kisses
Bae is bestie and she's missus
Oh, I love this
Mister Perfect, Mister Perfect
Mister Perfect gets on his plane to Costa del Rey
Always so great
Missus Perfect, Missus Perfect
Missus Perfect
my figures
Now you're missing your missus
Let God be my witness
When I pull up, you know it's litness
You don't wanna miss this
They say I've
praying the night and day through
Just hoping I'll get one sweet letter from you
Mail for Missus Jones
Missus Jones don't need it
Missus Jones is
Sure know how to make a girl feel real hot
Treacle, delicious
(ah ah ah ah ah aaah)
Syrup, your missus
(ah ah ah ah ah aaah ah ah)
Melted chocolate
Open
the feeling of hate
I'm speaking the truth this ain't up for debate
You show for the missus
And wait for the kisses
But missus be kissin' the nigga she missing
together
Real love will survive
Devil of defeat, better step aside
Real love will survive
If you need a witness, me and my little missus
We can
to witness
I'd change your miss to a missus
I hope you get a chance to listen
Cause girl you fine like French end
So heavenly to witness
I'd change your miss
Organize my mind
I'm keeping all of these collectibles
Eat me like I'm taffy
Oh yeah, call me Missus Munchable
Looking up and down
Oh yeah, pay me
Twelve rounds know the ropes nigga
Late night with the missus
Get home count some more digits
Yellow card yellow card
Yung man finna fly
Been going in
your Santa and you'd be my Missus Claus
We used my new red wagon to be our sleigh
My dog Rover was our reindeer, with his big old furry paws
We'd bring
And I got a missus, oh no
Think she wanna know
Coz she always asking where you coming from?
When it's time to get it
She be acting up
Having
I don't know who the fuck else know bout all our business
Forreal I'm tryna get you to be my missus
Forreal I'm tryna get you out the trenches
wanting
Baby cool my stress no long ting
Ah ah, 2-4/7 I be reminiscing
All the times wey you tell me you be my Missus
Now I'm, fucked up in my feelings
I be
me and you like shit for dust
All registered by sort and then account
Come put your money where your mouth is
Swear your missus wearing them trousers
the missus has a piss.
Chorus
In the middle of the night, the missus arose,
Sat on the piss-pot and turned up her toes.
Chorus
Up jumped the lobster with
second guess it
I'm livin' life like the exception
Boy
Get it how you live it, we be trippin' different
Boy
Any destination, let the missus pick it
Boy
Trust in God, not you niggas or you bitches Fuck them fishes, I got my missus, yeah
I'ma wear the britches, she gon' scratch wherever daddy itches
and Bitches
Honeybugs and riches
Tummy Slugs and Wishes
Funny love and missus'
Money Drugs and Bitches
Honeybugs and riches
Tummy Slugs and Wishes
Funny love
When I see you from a distance
I just want you to be my missus
2,000 miles and I miss her
She tell me hasta la vista
When I see you from a distance
I
missus jumpin' ship
So watch me how I drip, so much ice you could slip
Call me Mr. Steal your girl, I got my hand around her hip
Takin' the world by storm
mean
Rags to riches, bones to bitches
Run up on us, blade to stitches
Rewrite your life, say goodbye to your missus
Run your your mama get kisses
Start
Joey
The lipstick collector
He's a collector of kisses
Joey
The lipstick collector
He's such a hit with the missus
Every colour of the rainbow
He
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