Lyrics:
Well guess what lil bitch, you can suck one
Mr. Clynch slam you down to the floor
And guess what, it's because he's a whore
Mr. Clynch is a whore
For any
Uh, what's harder? Life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
. 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
the slanguage
I ain't even drop no album yet
Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining
If you a bitch nigga, sorry
In backs there is bodies
Have your
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
just happy for the time, the weed and the wine
The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
We knew how it had to be right from the very start
'Cause I
much Mr ow much are you charging?
I went on a stag do to London the other year
£5.50 for a motherchuffin' beer
I was broke by the first night, London's
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,
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
standing by.
How does that make you feel?)
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!
I wanna shine some pennies!
I wanna mend some leather!
I wanna Krazy-glue my head
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,
homie
Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh
Been in their game, look at how they do, huh
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
With, "Dog, I
said you could walk over me? Nah, wrong person lil buddy they lied
I done tried to be cordial with em
But apparently that didn't work
So, I have
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,
One time here we go (yes, yes one time, yes, yes)
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Caught in a vibe by
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
One time here we go (yes, yes one time, yes, yes)
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Caught in a vibe by
videos
And shoulda showed you just how I'm beatin'
What the fuck wrong witchu boy
Real shit, yeah I'm 'bout a disaster
You could get eat nigga
Aids don't
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
(come on)
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Whine
lil nigga?
Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas
And we the shit lil niggas
I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas
And your Rolex tick lil nigga
be kicking knowledge like mr.miyagi
I show these rappers how to do it
Money making connoisseur watch how I maneuver
You can check who I influenced
Its
Oh Backstreet, get set
One time, here we go
Oh oh oh oh
Get set, get set
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
One point seven in the bag, that's for certain (for certain)
Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pyrex (working)
You niggas know I've done it,
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