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mister - chandler lyrics

it’s mr. run me my check
mr. always talking baguettes
hit your man with a sidestep and then go run and get some neck
that’s on my father and everybody that still don’t f*ck with me
y’all quacks duck silly
double goose off thrown benjis
sh*t real good, hoe
always puffing good, hoe
really off that good, hoe
really cop that q, hoe
hop right off that q and make your block a f*cking zoo, bro
then pop off in the loo, big boy
stop sniffing all that glue, bro
been going planters
all these rappers rocking pampers
all these dancers f*cking cancers
pisces boy, the f*cking prancer
literally your d*ck game is a dub
i don’t know why you say you’ll run up
i will give your girl a hug
as soon as i run up in that club
i introduce her to my plug and she gon like that sh*t
can’t rap like me
can’t write this sh*t
stu all night & sh*t
crew all hype & sh*t
my family mighty lit
my bank accounts all f*cking bl!cked
i’m crossfaded & f*cking blitzed
just shut the f*ck up
i might pull up in a tugboat and go popeye on your team
smoking spinach off a motherf*cking tank of gasoline
i call your bae a turkey way they f*cking gobbuhling
i’m giving thanks by spanking ass & leaving booty throbbuhling
oh my
don’t know why
y’all all talk and no mind
don’t mind me, brother
i’m just out here dancing with your squeeze
see i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my
don’t know why
y’all all smack and no rhyme
don’t mind me, brother
i’m just out here smoking something green
see, i tried to play it cool and now i never wanna be

you ain’t see that one coming
you ain’t never gone thumping
you ain’t never wronged someone
d*mn, you must be a really nice guy
see, i tried to do that sh*t
til i found i was really that guy
who you know still rock a 59
i’m really that fly
it’s all flight
see, i never really felt 5’9
felt like lowe’s or home depot
ya seen the whole d*mn team climb
that’s all me
that’s all mine from my mind
all the grind
all the time
call me chit next to all of this chat about my name and
my lane and how the game ain’t never gonna be the same
like cobain, how i got everybody f*cked up
you know i keep a op bucked up
buckle up
you know i made this boy nut up
i got a homie in puerto rico
couple of blunts tucked up and
when i hit that sh*t it’ll take me back to tapes in the trunk
rochambeau and old town road and
all these va f*cks
dmv sh*t
75 all love
i reconnected with heavy
sh*t, i might buy him a mai tie if he spin me on repeat
turning tables counter clockwise
making me shiver
making me lock eyes with these baddies all around me
in the field with these land mines
oh my
don’t know why
y’all all talk and no mind
don’t mind me, brother
i’m just out here dancing with your squeeze
see i read em like a book and then recite em over beats like oh my
don’t know why
y’all all smack and no rhyme
don’t mind me, brother
i’m just out here smoking something green
see, i tried to play it cool and now i never wanna be

- chandler lyrics

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