Lyrics:
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
. Thought-I-Was-Gon'-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room
Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool
Mr. Already-Made-It, you can't come around
Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch, don't make a sound, yeah
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
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
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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
It’s Mr Young Roqit
Volume on thirty
Every time that I slide through
Bitch made
Look away
every time that I eye you
Hunnid hounds
Ready to bark
the toilet
I'll be a-okay as long as my wife could cook a quarter
The type of shit I won't take for granted, need the marbles
See, you can't believe in all
enough to know
That I've seen too much
Excuse me Mr.
Can't you see the children dying
You say that you can't help them
Mr. you're not even trying
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
enough to know
That I've seen too much
Excuse me Mr.
Can't you see the children dying
You say that you can't help them
Mr. you're not even trying
enough, to know that I have seen too much
See 'cause Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when
forget, Bolo, Footloose
You know, the incomparable DJ G.I
Kim Lumpkin, Bizzy, Spores (you heard)
Marcus, Mr. Mark Pitts, L.A. Reid
Drew, Tyvee, Success,
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
fuck around and be your lunch
Good problem, you can't never and you stuck with it
Girl I see you tryna inchy inchy up with me
Long as you operate your
you can't find your old lady
MR. I got your girl
MR. Versache wear
MR. I got you there
MR. infared
Where ever the dot go
MR. I'm gonna pop you
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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,
tell you broke 'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ass
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a ass off tha hook,
've known you forever
When I've known you forever
Mr. Pretender
Mr. Pretender
Thought I knew you but I didn't
And even though we're finished
Can't
wit penny for any type of showdown
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob bringin' sounds to your town
We be down to the fullest and fool I thought you knew this
That
(Flippa!) See one thing 'bout these streets is you can't fold
I was thuggin' in same clothes when I often kicked in doors (kicked your juug)
I
Yeah, they call me Mr. Lonely
You can see me but never know me
I got two friends, they're my homies
'Cause my left and my right are my only way to go
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