Lyrics:
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
the rules
Mr. Told you I'll be there at 12 but ain't get in till 2
Mr. Thought I was gon' take her home but left her in a room
Mr. Scrooge, Mr. Take it off
inside of a game
You should have known by my name
I'm Mr. Lonely
Mr. Lonely
Mr. Lonely
Mr. Lonely
Lonely
I'm just a player inside of a game
Trying not
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
it it's stone dead
Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr praline: All right then, if he's restin'
I'll wake him up!
(shouting at the cage) 'Ello
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
there's no batteries in my back
I show you
. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock
Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he
[Mr. Lil One]
What's up Dawg
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up
[Mr. Lil One]
You back up in here again
[Mr. Shadow]
Yes
{Mr. Lil One]
You see that board
to get skeptical
Run up on me and n get done up
I'm on the way to the top, I won't fuck up
These n's talkin' a lot just to fuck up
I don't gotta
Run up
on the back, she says 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
issue
MRS bLACKITT: What d'you mean?
MR bLACKITT: I could, if I wanted
Have sexual intercourse with you
MRS bLACKITT: Oh, yes, Harry
MR bLACKITT: and
By
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
a lil cash she want more
Get a lil cash she want more
Im in the south
By Mississipp
Pour this tris
I gotta sip
Aint get enough
Just bought a zip
Soda gone
blasian ya heard
(You already know!)
When I walk thru
It might get hectic
I'm the life of the party
Make you cats feel hella threatened
Just by my presence
on the back, she says 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
that can take the things
that you been through
Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run
and I would be out chasing you
cause
that sex appeal
Deep in the mood it's surreal
Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
And then I tune into the TV
All I see
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
bit Mr Rockson
Yo
Turn the mic up a little bit Mr Rockson
Can you hear me Mr Rockson?
Turn the mic up a little bit Mr Rockson
Yo
Turn the mic up
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