B.o.B – Mr. Mister

B.o.B – Mr. Mister

[Intro: B.o.B]
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what’s the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch happy
Mr. Cool, damn near mystical
Damn the ice cube
Mr. Count, Mr. Chow
Mr. Come and get your food
Mr. Bruce Leeroy with the kung fu
Mr. Rude, Mr. cutting school
Finna buss a move
Mr. T, Mr. Act a fool
Mr. Break the rules
Mr. Told you I’ll be there at 12 but ain’t get in till 2
Mr. Thought I was gon’ take her home but left her in a room
Mr. Scrooge, Mr. Take it off now bitch get in the pool
Mr. I already made it you can’t come around
Mr. Quiet, shhh
Bitch don’t make a sound
Yeah

[Chorus: B.o.B]
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I’m so lazy tell my hoe to get the pitcher
Liquor, I’m straight up, she on Margarita mixer
Mister
I’m Mister
I ain’t never miss her
Mister
Bobby Bandz

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Mr. Long, Mr. Did her wrong
Mr. Sing a song
Hit a bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong
Mr. In my zone
Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collar bone
Heat is on, mister
Mr. got it going on
Master Don, black power ranger
I do not belong
Mr. Outside of the norm
Hieroglyph uniform
Mr. Candler Rd
Mr. Fried rice with the prawns
Mr. I mastered the style
I’m just working on my form
Mr. Solo Dolo, no this ain’t no ride along
Mr. Me and basic people somehow just don’t get along
I just brought a couple Negros with me, please don’t be alarmed
Mr. I guess I overslept and slept through my alarm
Mr. Rush, B Rich hit me up, I’m just waking up
In the clutch, come through with the clutch
Try me you’ll get touched
Never blink, never lose no sleep
Niggas huff and puff, claim they running up
Who the fuck? MC such and such
I’m Ryu
I done paid my dues
I do this shit daily
Mister
Mr. Lituation, Mr. Fuck you pay me
Mr. I might be here now, now I’m out in Vegas
Mr. If you ain’t with the movement, it ain’t no conversation
Preach

[Chorus: B.o.B]
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I’m so lazy tell my hoe to get the pitcher
Liquor, I’m straight up, she on Margarita mixer
Mister
I’m Mister
I ain’t never miss her
Mister
Bobby Bandz

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