Lyrics:
Mrs. Right...
Mrs. Right...
Mrs. Right...
She might be Mrs. Right...
(She might be Mrs)
I met her in an un-usual way
As I traveled she pulled me
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
do the homage
B.I.G I ain’t talking Mr. Wallace
Who is me ? Don’t worry bitch I’m flawless
Won’t eat cuz that kitty got lil mileage
Question me?
lit shit
Tell that bitch nigga I will pop him like a insect
Had you crying.. like a infant
Ay, do my dance lil baby I really hit shit
What you tryna do?
timin', glah
Shorty got wap like Fetty
Bread winner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr everything Deady
And shots to the eye, now
He lookin' like
The ice ain't really nothing to her
And I ain't frontin for her
She know just what it is
And I got mad love to give
You my ni
Like sweet morning dawn l
and Banati
In a tracky with a stick the sliding like It's hockey
We pull out the shotties get to spraying laying bodies
Lil bro you karate kid and I'm Mr
’m ridin’
2 C’s on both sides, what I’m rockin’
2 QPs for the slight, somethin’ light
Remember I ran up 2 Gs, I was joggin’
Like a stopwatch, Mr. I Take My
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
sick, make a bitch feel nauseous
Baby be careful, look baby be cautious
People say I'm crazy, people say I lost it
Really
I'm just a lil' bit toxic
Lil
on the grind again
Everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin' pinky ring
I'm actin' like a king
I'm sittin' in my throne
With my roll on, get my grub
Mrs. Lovett:
Ooh Mr. Todd, I'm so happy I could
Eat you up, I really could!
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream-- if the business
inside my ocular vein
It's like you take me for a commoner, man
Bro I will break you down and twist you like an Oliver braid
You a snake, Mr. Boa, so
you the boss, but really you not, I think you just really forgettin’ who run it
And these bitches got feelings that be like a toilet it really be crazy
'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
my steel, but I like to drill
Wake up, work, and pay my bills, but I like to chill
I just bought another GT coupe, that's the lil' one
I watch
Walk to the club don't introduce me
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Don't talk to me goofy
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Call me Mr. Groovy
Being lit
I'm living life like
Rap, like I got something to prove
I fuck that 'lil bitch when I'm up in the mood
Big drip I just come out a pool
I put that shit on take a look
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'
Hey Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
Caviar on summer sunrise
I feel so good by his side
Want
know
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No time, no time)
Gotta pray for the wicked
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
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