as hell whats up with ya whats up with you little mama i got the bands(ooh mr. perfect) (chorus) Ms perfect she right mr perfect now mr right ms perfect
all threw a ball While I cried all night in the bathroom stall Now the chocolates melted wet I saw Ms. Candy Heart with Mr. Cigarette While the band played
Dont Have To Cock It Scarface Bitch Cocaine By The Pie Got Them Hoes Snifin Like Dem Hoes About To Hold Up... Scarface Bitch Cocaine By The Pie Got Them Hoes Snifin Like Dem Hoes About To Cry Ms
Have To Cock It Scarface Bitch Cocaine By The Pie Got Them Hoes Sniffing Like Them Hoes Bout To, Hold Up Scarface Bitch Cocaine By The Pie Got Them Hoes Sniffing Like Them Hoes Bout To Cry Ms
last year was a shock And my flow is so tip top noch Cause I'm on my rap like a hip-hop cop Why oh why, my oh my Ms. mary j I'm so oh blige For you to
leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah) [Nelly] I'm throwin nuggets out the fellow I push to Carmello Yellow on yellow flooded the band and the bezel
Pitts] Lord Akil, social misfit [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a. [MM/Tony Greene] Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr. Manifest [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Ms
Cooley High" Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin tonight? Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight [Ms. Jade] Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights Ms
Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! Can we leave her? Yeah! I'm throwin' nuggets out the fellow, I push to carmello Yellow on yellow flooded the band
Ncan you bring me la caguama, derrepente mucha banda, I holding mi barrio me paro en la cama, dejala calmada, bring me la cebada, pinchi barato, no aguantas
vengo haciendo. Marca en el da, busco la salida, toma lo que quieras, ms no la que es ma, todo es parte, la brosa, familia, aunque no comprendas as son ms
to the Poconos Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose Yamaha, hey ha may Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms.
, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band
the block yellin', "two for five's" wit rocks in my hand Keep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin' to plans Dirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin' in grands While Ms
' of nothin' From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funkin' it up, pumpin' it up, chumpin' the ducks Lookin' ta hump Ms. Junk
