Lyrics:
cama, hit it like switches
In Chevy Impalas
I'll hit in con ganas
Have you
Up and down, upside down, turn you inside out and
Round and round
Go
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
Mr. Right
I turn the radio on
Tell them play another song
Don't you know the holidays
I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer
You know they put my food in the dark
And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr
the remix so I know what she wishin'
I hit it once and she want me to stroke again
I get it wet like a Super Soaker gun (I like it!)
Now she lookin' for
Shit is hard
Like a 3peat in 3D, Lamar
Gotta wake up Early in the morn’
To fuck wit me homes
I make it look good
I’m Will Smith
You Tommy Lee Jones
You
because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn
It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin'
It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
I'll
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
through the snow
To visit her and steal
Frozen food to take back home
And heat up i'd eat it and watch law and
Order re-runs stoned out of
My mind
shoutout my people that
Been with me from day though, yeah
Hi y'all, it's Mr last Pick
Sorry if I trip about it, shit
I'm only half-pissed
A couple people
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
been learnt
Let me tell you about
The ballad of ravey jones
As he wakes on a Friday morning
He can feel it calling
The brakes come off
Get ready to throw
God sent you to me, I don't know what that's about
I don't know what I did, people say it's for the clout
They just tryna get in my head, so I took
the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
time for no wham-bam thank you mam
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm not having it, no
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
homie you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to
Her I'mma be like cousin
Believe me man this is how them
Playas do it in the Chi
And plus we got
like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
the Princess of R&B Soul, DJ Era'Nay
and you're listenin' to them new sounds by Mr. R&B
Turn up the radio
Yo yo, its Mr. R&B and you're listenin' to
Them new
fly
I know it ain't right now, but feeling like enterprise
You see me like Meech nigga, you know there's no getting by
Say hello my little friend, I
black stallions riding up
It's Mr. Biggs screaming showdown
I'm like, what?
Now Kelly
It's not enough room in this town
For you and me so let's get
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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