Lyrics:
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
you?"
[Momma:] "Oh, the boys threw the frisbee over the fence again. And there it is under the bush."
[Mr. Chasen:] "I'll get it for you."
[Momma:]
"Oh, hi Emily. How are you?"
Momma: "Oh, the boys threw the frisbee over the fence again. And there
It is under the bush."
Mr. Chasen: "I'll get it for
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
me
You tried to feature on my songs
But I said “so long”
I don’t want someone like you on my music
To make it sound shit
You are Mr Wannabe
You are
That in just in case lil' buddy want act bad
Know these lil' boys show
Out for these females
Better stop 'fore I send
Some' to your email she say, "Yay"
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
Work after work after work like a med doc
I gotta go to square 1 if the bread stop
Zip after zip after zip mr ziplock
And it's vacuum sealed so it's
Cut to a slightly blurred black and white photo of a
Housewife with her face blotted out by a black oblong.
Presenter Hello, Mrs Teal!
Cut back
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
just gotta give it time
Lil' dog, don't be foolish, I be tryin' to press rewind
For the times I lost grams and the times I almost died
Rip bro, free
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
Right Now
I’m Mr Right Now. I’m Sir Right Now
I apologize for the wait, I was with someone’s daughter
I know that’s a lil crude. But I can’t be called
dick in your asshole you tryna hide it
You need to come out the closet
No I ain't homophobic
But nigga I'm gon' expose it
Stop it, Dizaster you sweet
too
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay,
pedal to
The floor, gotta show po-po's. Outsiders, hoppin'
And poppin' and droppin' non-stop and when I pop
It, shotgun, slip it, rip it, dip it, flip
Try it before I buy it
Yeah they know me in the spot
I'm mr punch n slide
My runner boyfriend think we fucking but she just sliding by my side
Every
Don't stop me for the mailman
This note I don't understand
Don't stop me for the mailman
I've read it once before
And I can't believe it's true
on his ass cus he tripped trynna run (GOOFY)
Like.. Can’t be me ion lack I ain’t dumb
It’s on me in my jeans like wassup
If it’s up then it’s stuck lil
the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far
The world state y'all, yeah, we took 'em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for
It's Lethal Bizzle Records
You don't wanna play Mr.
I'm a take your girlfriend and your sister Mr.
You don't wanna play Mr.
I'm a take your
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