Lyrics:
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
Intentions on a million no slippin my pistols on me
I got it if you want it we hand it out by the oz
Still fuck the other side I kno them bitches some police
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
bread nigga
Hey, I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let
our hands (We will)
And we gon' all unite (Unite)
Mr. You killed Ezell Ford
Mr. That ain't right (Ain't right)
I don't wanna stand down
(Nooo Nooo)
Excuse me Mr.
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
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
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
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
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
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
Call him Mr. Raider
Call him Mr. Wrong
Call him Mr. Vain
Call him Mr. Raider
Call him Mr. Wrong
Call him insane
He'd say, "I know what I
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
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
Call him Mr. Raider
Call him Mr. Wrong
Call him Mr. Vain
Call him Mr. Raider
Call him Mr. Wrong
Call him insane
He'd say, "I know what I
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
the same fit for three days, I'm getting up early (that's perfect)
I'm Mr. Perfect, got my Momma's house refurbished (Mr. Perfect)
(aye) I have always
Yooooo
Its Mr.CatchMeIfYouCan
Trynna make this ginger bread
Boy i been the man
Stop playing
How you hating and a fan
Im leveling up
You understand
the same, yeah
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Raise your hands up
Yeah, okay
Growin' up in
hands up
I cant let em win why you think that we strapped up
Lil Mexico my hood on the map Ima put it up
Came from the struggle full house we will fill it
-me-down-jeans?
Thought I'd never make it but I made it y'all.
Cause I had
[Chorus]
Jesus! When I had nothing, had to struggle and was up to no good.
Jesus!
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
Oh yeah, oh yeah (yeah) pull up, pull up
Pull up, on gang (Oh woah)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man (Cream)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice
the junt up on the stove
He mister hand out, he mister getting off his uncle load
I'm mister on a mission
Mr pack man getting it
Mr wrap a bow up don't care
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