Ayye, ayye, ayye
Mr, mr, mr. who
Ayye, ayye, ayye
Mr, mr. who
Sometimes ion just stick to one topic
When i'm writin a song
I mainly just talk about
What da beat want me to talk about
I roll up doja nd i think about my dawgs who ain't survive
To be 100 all real niggas cry
So much shiit don crept up on me
Like surprise
Never thought my last time seein hope would be on live
You was a faker in an 8ball disguise
I can't trust you
Only thing you good for is tellin lies
Dat fake love dey be showin
I despise
So don't ever come around me wit dat shiit what i advise
Baby call me mr. jugg a lot
Might f*ck around rob ya mans
Gotta get it how i live
But dey don't understand
Call me mr. gtm da way you never can
Mr. I'm way to solid for to take da stand
Or mr. too piped
Lookin for a real mrs. right
Been up for 2 nights
Chasin money all night flights
You niggas too nice
Sweeter den a piece of pumpkin pie
Heart colder den a piece of f*ckin ice
I been down on my ass for a while
Ask my grandma for a dollar
Just so i can get a mild
Im mr. bamm why you jugg me, you so wild
Mr. bamm you kno i kno you
Nd i kno dat ain't yo style
Mr. bamm i thought i knew i don't no mo
You changed
Nd dese niggas be so basic dat dey plain
Eyes low off da dope like a nigga from japan
Nd da dope i'm talkin bout ain't no train
When i come up ima think back on how far i came
Prolly cop a flood watch right from johnny dang
I done kicked it wit some gangs
But ion even bang
Nd you can call me mr. clean
How i hit a stain
I roll up doja nd i think about my dawgs who ain't survive
To be 100 all real niggas cry
So much shiit don crept up on me
Like surprise
Never thought my last time seein hope would be on live
You was a faker in an 8ball disguise
I can't trust you
Only thing you good for is tellin lies
Dat fake love dey be showin
I despise
So don't ever come around me wit dat shiit what i advise
Baby call me mr. jugg a lot
Might f*ck around rob ya mans
Gotta get it how i live
But dey don't understand
Call me mr. gtm da way you never can
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Ayye, ayye, ayye
Mr, mr, mr. who
Ayye, ayye, ayye
Mr, mr. who
Sometimes ion just stick to one topic
When i'm writin a song
I mainly just talk about
What da beat want me to talk about
I roll up doja nd i think about my dawgs who ain't survive
To be 100 all real niggas cry
So much shiit don crept up on me
Like surprise
Never thought my last time seein hope would be on live
You was a faker in an 8ball disguise
I can't trust you
Only thing you good for is tellin lies
Dat fake love dey be showin
I despise
So don't ever come around me wit dat shiit what i advise
Baby call me mr. jugg a lot
Might f*ck around rob ya mans
Gotta get it how i live
But dey don't understand
Call me mr. gtm da way you never can
Mr. I'm way to solid for to take da stand
Or mr. too piped
Lookin for a real mrs. right
Been up for 2 nights
Chasin money all night flights
You niggas too nice
Sweeter den a piece of pumpkin pie
Heart colder den a piece of f*ckin ice
I been down on my ass for a while
Ask my grandma for a dollar
Just so i can get a mild
Im mr. bamm why you jugg me, you so wild
Mr. bamm you kno i kno you
Nd i kno dat ain't yo style
Mr. bamm i thought i knew i don't no mo
You changed
Nd dese niggas be so basic dat dey plain
Eyes low off da dope like a nigga from japan
Nd da dope i'm talkin bout ain't no train
When i come up ima think back on how far i came
Prolly cop a flood watch right from johnny dang
I done kicked it wit some gangs
But ion even bang
Nd you can call me mr. clean
How i hit a stain
I roll up doja nd i think about my dawgs who ain't survive
To be 100 all real niggas cry
So much shiit don crept up on me
Like surprise
Never thought my last time seein hope would be on live
You was a faker in an 8ball disguise
I can't trust you
Only thing you good for is tellin lies
Dat fake love dey be showin
I despise
So don't ever come around me wit dat shiit what i advise
Baby call me mr. jugg a lot
Might f*ck around rob ya mans
Gotta get it how i live
But dey don't understand
Call me mr. gtm da way you never can
Mr, mr, mr. who
Ayye, ayye, ayye
Mr, mr. who
Sometimes ion just stick to one topic
When i'm writin a song
I mainly just talk about
What da beat want me to talk about
I roll up doja nd i think about my dawgs who ain't survive
To be 100 all real niggas cry
So much shiit don crept up on me
Like surprise
Never thought my last time seein hope would be on live
You was a faker in an 8ball disguise
I can't trust you
Only thing you good for is tellin lies
Dat fake love dey be showin
I despise
So don't ever come around me wit dat shiit what i advise
Baby call me mr. jugg a lot
Might f*ck around rob ya mans
Gotta get it how i live
But dey don't understand
Call me mr. gtm da way you never can
Mr. I'm way to solid for to take da stand
Or mr. too piped
Lookin for a real mrs. right
Been up for 2 nights
Chasin money all night flights
You niggas too nice
Sweeter den a piece of pumpkin pie
Heart colder den a piece of f*ckin ice
I been down on my ass for a while
Ask my grandma for a dollar
Just so i can get a mild
Im mr. bamm why you jugg me, you so wild
Mr. bamm you kno i kno you
Nd i kno dat ain't yo style
Mr. bamm i thought i knew i don't no mo
You changed
Nd dese niggas be so basic dat dey plain
Eyes low off da dope like a nigga from japan
Nd da dope i'm talkin bout ain't no train
When i come up ima think back on how far i came
Prolly cop a flood watch right from johnny dang
I done kicked it wit some gangs
But ion even bang
Nd you can call me mr. clean
How i hit a stain
I roll up doja nd i think about my dawgs who ain't survive
To be 100 all real niggas cry
So much shiit don crept up on me
Like surprise
Never thought my last time seein hope would be on live
You was a faker in an 8ball disguise
I can't trust you
Only thing you good for is tellin lies
Dat fake love dey be showin
I despise
So don't ever come around me wit dat shiit what i advise
Baby call me mr. jugg a lot
Might f*ck around rob ya mans
Gotta get it how i live
But dey don't understand
Call me mr. gtm da way you never can
Writer: Cameron Walker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave