Lyrics:
your lover
Yeah-e-yeah yeah
I just wanna be your lover, baby
Mr. Right, call me
Mr. Right, call me up tonight
Call me, Mr. Wham Bam Boogie
Mr
live the life our momma saw for us
My hands up please I'm just tryna get my bands up
And help my people stand up
But they think it's funny this ain't
I call myself Hilroy, 'cause I like to get back to school
Silly allergies with big fall jackets, cool
Killin' calories, back of the cafeteria
Yo who
Aye
She calling Mr. Fixer
When she and she man cah fix up
Is plenty pressure to link up
But she say the man cah get up
She calling Mr. Fixer
When she
Originality, so face reality
I'm on some ole wild shit, ya niggas can't get wit
Matter of fact, mornin yawn and suck a dick
Nah hold up, the fuck is goin on?
Really ricka voo doo
Representin Screw-zoo like Lil'
Flip and Bahdoo
All chumps get squashed by
The Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain't takin no
Eh yo what up Jerm beats crazy bout to get my drink on
Go to one of them high school parties you know what I'm sayin
Eh yo if you got a cup put it
baby I slide
I slide lil baby I slide
I came through I'm out here running a muck
And my old bitch mad I'm out here running it up
And my click to strong
on
(Don't you know I want your love, don't you know I need your love)
Lil' Kim:
Mr. Biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. Biggs, you know you got
Yeah yeah
So they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
I ain't got a condom here
(Oh no)
Too
I be with some niggas, you would hate to be around
I'ma let the guys hit, cause that lil bitch just get around
Never leave my brothers bitch, we all
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
call me Lil' Bray, Mr , take your pack
Niggas quick on their feet, cause they really run track
If I see me out, then I'm doublin' back
You gotta be two
Frank Lucas nigga on God
Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)
I get my
With the forklift on the night shift on the Zion Train
Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane
When the race gets hard to run around run all through your vein
of Fame
With the forklift on the night shift on the Zion Train
Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane
When the race gets hard to run around run all through
put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the fuck is a drought?
Make it rain 'cause I'm up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil' bitch, get from
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you
People rejectin' me, People pretend to be bosses
Don't give up, Lil boy
I'm in a jeopardy
Using my energy, Smelling Cologny
Ferrigamo, Hayi i Dyan
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
I'm Mr. Ro
Smooth, just like the silk
Soft and cuddly hug me up like a quilt
I'm a lyrical lover
No take me for no filth
With my sexual physique, jah
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I
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