Lyrics:
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I
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,
of England isn't the same
All the bars in Leeds charge at least 4 quid a pint
You can tell me to get with the times but it's Yorkshire, I'm tight
I'm not about
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
coz her's is always gone, now
Tell me what love got to do with it
No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it
Some might say that I'm wrong and I
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,
then one day she can't take it no more
And decide to leave
Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
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,
then one day she can't take it no more
And decide to leave
Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side
. Quiet, shhh
Bitch don't make a sound
Yeah
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy tell my
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
niggas, they be dyin' over bitches
Who that is
Mr. Step on shit for real
Mr. Do it by himself when I go out on that drill
Who that is
Mr. Turn up
The darkest shit in it smoking up to infinite
Renegade, nigga let's get it straight from the gate
I'ma tell you what it is, I'ma tell you what it ain't
See
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
And there more countries in the world like Hitler
Commando bomb, double 0, 3, 0, 5
AKA Mr.Worldwide
Don't be silly, I've had it on lock and
That's fo'sho,
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
have a clue
Girl I'm Mr Wrong so we have a different view
No lie I'm a tell you straight up what I'm trying to do
I finesse you but you can't say only if
wondering why (I know)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Shit, you know)
'Cause they've been
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
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
Yo
I will tell 4 stories in this song, listen carefully
Sitting in the first class was the lad called Julien
He passed maths, and put his hand up
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