Lyrics:
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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
hey, hey Mr. President
You're such a gentlemen
It's such an honor to meet ya
Hey, hey Mr. President
I'll be ya Marilyn
And baby I'll never leave ya
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
I'm the original gangsta, I'll tell you how I do it
I take niggas from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit
I am a fool, bitch, a native
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
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
you have a request book handy I could flip through?
I do, he said "My name is Rodney, good to meet you"
"What do you wanna hear tonight?" He asked me
I
tracks I don't release
Hello my name is Mr. Spit My Game
Never follow through
I could be Mr. Lemonade
If you swallow
South Dakota relocated
Trippin'
I fall apart
It takes everything in me just
To get up each day
But it's wonderful to see that you're okay
Hello, Mr "Perfectly fine"
How's your heart
serious.
Mr. Lunt: A time to open up your heart...
Jimmy: ... and show how you feel, arttistically!
*camera shutter clicks*
Mr. Lunt: Because we all have
Uniquely
And if you ain't getting to the money
Ain't no way we linking
If there's something in your cup
Show me what your drinking
I could never beef with
make you say my name
Scream it out loud, don't have no shame
Break a bitch down make her do a little thing
I could break a bitch down make her do a lil
love you
Lucy I'd be twice the
Wife she was I
What love you. Could that
Thing have cared for
Have I you, like me?
Done?
Mrs. Lovett, you
Vlone and you’ll live long
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone, ayy, yeah, ayy, uh, Vlone
(Did it by myself)
Did it by myself, did it
I could man up
Lil Tecca 2 Glocks you'll turn to a dancer
No fakes runnin' 'round or comin' around us
We been hot, ain't nobody found us
We on, you
Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler that's all and that
through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass
[Nicki Minaj]
You see right through me
How do you do that sh…
[Lil Kim]
I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn
Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened
Yeah he killed Tyrone
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose
[Mr. Lil One]
And you'd better be knowing exactly what it is
That my motherfuckin Shadow be talkin' about up in this Motherfucker
HEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEE, For
make a date through tonight,
and then before hell breaks loose,
I'll just turn up the juice.
I say:
Hey all you people my name is mr smalls,
and some
and my reputation
Oh Mr. Smiles, can you come and take this
Chorus:
Mister, Mister, Mr. Smiles
Can you tell them how I feel?
Mister, Mister, Mr. Smiles
I
You bring talks like you could fucking drop me
But I’m up Lil nigga you can’t even stop me
You already know how it goes
Murder every day gotta stay 10
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