Lyrics:
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
Call me mr ouu
Passionate like ouu
Gat the drip like ouu
Fashionista ouu
Your girl love my ouu
I don’t mind that ouu
I ain’t take no losses if I do
perfect and I want it
Why don't you call me
I know you horny
(I know you horny)
An if I cant find you now
Then way up in the sky you go
Mrs Jamaican girl
parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
you,
I’d rip it apart. With my bare fists, I would.
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
What a sweet child it is.
Tobias: [Spoken]
Or even if it was just a man.
hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body and the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you (Ohh..)
[Chorus:]
Hey Mr DJ keep playin'
better get out of my way
Oh Mr. Murphy
Dear Mr. Murphy
Oh Mr. Murphy
You told us so
Mr. Murphy
Dear Mr. Murphy
Oh Mr. Murphy
I should have known
Oh Mr
Why u want to treat me this way
Mr. policeman by the look in your eyes
Might be the last words I say
Might be the last words I say
I was sitting in
Any weather it's all ok
Cause you're right there
By my side
And whatever comes our way
We can fight is as long as we stay
The perfect team
Down for
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
know
Ridin' by my side she know
When I'm talkin you just listen
I want you to be my Mrs
If you down for real shit pimpin'
I'm gon be the one you chill
my ear and my toothpaste was smeared.
Opened my window,
They had written my name.
Both: Said so long, we'll see you again.
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr
Cee, go ahead, cut it up
My man Big Daddy Kane gonna see about my man Mr. Welfare alright?
Places to go, people to see, things to do
and you know what
got another way you went wrong
Mr. Owl did ya bring him along
No I was sent by investors and the people want to speak
Oh shut up you skinny
pain
{Mr Funkyman}
Look into my eyes hear my name (echo of chorus)
Mr funkyman show no shame (echo of chorus)
{Mr Funkyman}
Everybody walks like
You forgot my name? Don't worry it was
Mr. Noname, I heard that you been working on yourself
You can't be somebody else
Well I hope this helps
Hope
it
Black girl magic
Proud
So I shout it
Pay my tithes
All different kinds of ways
Always on my give back
Like the Bible say
child of the King
Don't
am
Catch me if you can
Hey, hey Mr. Policeman
I got a 75 Firebird trans am
With a 455 up under the hood
Me and my brother got it runnin' good
Wake up
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