Lyrics:
a move
Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules
Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2
Mr
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,
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,
is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear you say, "Turn it up"
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Turn it up Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (come on)
Can
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,
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
hoe to get the pitcher
Liquor, I'm straight up, she on Margarita mixer
Mister
I'm Mister
I ain't never miss her
Mister
Bobby Bandz
Mr. Long,
I don't feel like arguing today, get on the fucking wall
Man, fuck Mr. Clynch
Man, get yo ass on the wall and shut the fuck up
Man fuck
Man, shut
my squad
Don't tweak with my squad
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Let's get it!
It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
lost the onions, no makin' up
No blunts but y'all fake as fuck
It's gym time and I'm shapin' up
I've been foulin', when Blake get up
You gon' waste
. Rosenberg
Now you're livin' life up in the fast lane, Mr. Rosenberg
Always with a bad dame gettin' mad brain, Mr. Rosenberg
Feels like I've been gone for
on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together
Mr. Do it by himself when I go out on that drill
Who that is
Mr. Turn up on a bitch
Mr. Get his ass on, Mr. Check him off the list
Who that is
Boy
See When we come pon the street man
dem ma call us brosper
But me i’m Mr Major pon it
Yeah
Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major
Mr Mr Mr Mr Mr Major
Mr Mr Mr Mr
you ain't never gave no fucks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up
Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that
that quac in my pocket
Doin my thing no rap just talking
Add up these numbers no mess up no caution
It's Mr. Yung Roqit I drip in this manner
Shine like
said, "Don't mind the little voices" (whoa)
What's sharper? Spikes or Mr. Carter
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor
I pile up them
wrong
Lil shawty told me she a dog she been dogged before
She just been finessing she don't want us anymore
Told her tighten up for I had her moaning more
as soon as I can
**Beeps**
[Lil' Rob]
Hey wuz up Shadow, this is Rob fool
You know we got some fools actin' stupid over here homie
So ah get back at me
Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.
Sellin
Bitches, that wanna back talk
Get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing
Never
let's take it slower
But yet you moving closer
So keep it up I'll leave you nat with kniee op jou skouers
Ek is met Mr Cee
Julle lis vir Mr Cee
Alles wat
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