And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson
Mr. prezy, where head be
Take your time when you’re with me baby
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!
Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean
Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen
Mr. polish, with a flow so sick
Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick
I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
And if i want to go outside
Mr. c----n does this shit right
So they just call me mr. fantastic
All my new bitches seem to get old real quick
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