Lyrics:
. Incognito, Incognito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes and a physical frame
Jotting down my list
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low then
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
pull up with all the bowls
I pull up with all the hoes
I pull up with all the smoke
You can get that for the low
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
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
around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like
to Duke
Cuz I just get it how I live it, push it right up to the limit, knock you right off of ya pivot like a bouncer do
They call me Mr. Laidback, take
energy up in my dojo
Lately been spending more time at the range
I feel like I could shoot way from the logo
No time to go back & forth like a lil yoyo
I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Poppy, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I
Mr. Blue
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Orange
Mr. Pink, Mr. Blue, Nice Guy Eddie
Reserve Voyeur D.A.W.g'$ Shit!
Get your max out mother fuckers!
Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on ya
So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters
Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will y'all learn?
Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
L's up .... or youll be lost boy
(Get em up up up )
0:24 Mr Cheeks
Yeh
you rocking wit the lost boyz n*gga
you rocking wit the lost boyz
yeh u
boyz
you better get them L's up .... or youll be lost boy
(Get em up up up )
0:24 Mr Cheeks
Yeh
you rocking wit the lost boyz nigga
you rocking wit
Huh, uh, huh!?
Just when they thought it was safe
I picked up the phone and called it a day
I bought a new car, caught a new case, fuck it
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
the law gon' get him
Better listen to me kid, it's a fucked up system
Y'all might don't feel him but I damn sure feel him
'Cause I was just in a jail
.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
And you're givin'
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