Lyrics:
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Then I focus a general disinterest
Must catch up with all this stuff
They call me
I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren
All my bitches issa
arguin'
In my heart though, I know you right
So put some clothes on
Cause we gonna do all them things that you wanna
Walkin' on the beach, I don't care,
Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Long hair, she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
DJ, this my favorite song
So I
you've been watching all of my Instagram stories all night
So yeah, I was a lil turnt I can't lie
But I know what I'm saying to you
A little drunk sex
(Di Genius)
Long time since I felt this way
Come by, baby, swing my way
And put your hands all around my waist
C'mon let me show you what it
in mayonnaise
Says Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Hey, thanks a lot Doc my arm's feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
biggest problem I told her to solve it
I take my momma to Tiffany my niggas to Ben Baller
It ain’t one thing she can’t get from me cause nigga I’m lil
depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that
You be the gleam in my eye girl, I need you right by my side
If you would leave I would cry girl, I can not handle good byes
I drink the water out
on Sex off X
When I take this drug
Pills on pills for feels
Just to feel your love
Deep down Your mind
I know I'm inside
Like me my type
You're my favorite
The last of mohicans with this lyrical shit
I'm a guardian
Second born still at attention
Been this way since birth
Green light my project Mr. Exec
Let's
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
My lil bae
Nice redbone from tally
Oh I know she got talents
Her favorite spot is Atlanta
Lil thick sum it’s bananas
She got that bag back
Take a bag
dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice
But
You
But
Mr. Adams, but Mr. Adams
The things I write are only light extemporania
I won't put politics on paper, it's a mania
So I refuse
came
Beat the odds but I played the game
Writing speeches to fill arenas
Why they talking stay in ya lane
Followed on the gram by your favorite diva
something to share!
*slow pop music starts*
Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise
Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny
many blues
Who, Who the fuck just told me that I can lose?
You gon' sleep on the kid, you've been pressing on snooze
My favorite color purple like
they can't do what I do on the hook
I won't text, I won't call
But they still go wait in
Yo Mr. Man, can you please not hurt my gang
Yo Mr. Man, can you
tinted, can't nobody see you
I just wanna get you naked
Out of all the pussy you're my favorite, oh
Smoke that shit by the oh
Fucked her so good she
somebody gonna fade away
Lord, I got a lil' into trouble, down on Mr. Stovall's
Place
Lord, I have got in a little trouble, way down on Mr.
Stovall's
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