B.o.B - Middle Man / Mr. Mister lyrics

30 you a fool for this one

Nice than a motherfucker than a motherfucker
These days
Niggas be polite than a motherfucker
Nice than a motherfucker smile in your face
I'm nice than a motherfucker
Soon as they thought I fell off
Niggas' true colors shine bright
Than a motherfucker
Bright than a motherfucker
They hate me 'til they meet me
Then they hype than a motherfucker
Hype than a motherfucker
That's cool, we was never cool anyway, huh
Yeah that's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway

Eeh, eeh, fuck what you sayin' to me
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays


Backstab on your resumé yee, yee
Kevin you ain't even got your rent paid
I read the text, what the shit say?

I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it
Straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating? Don't be mad
Don't be salty, don't be bitter, man
I learned it, get it
Straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Don't I deliver man -liver man

Nice than a motherfucker than a motherfucker
These days
Niggas be polite than a motherfucker
Nice than a motherfucker smile in your face
I'm nice than a motherfucker
Soon as they thought I fell off
Niggas' true colors shine bright
Than a motherfucker
Bright than a motherfucker
They hate me 'til they meet me
Then they hype than a motherfucker
Hype than a motherfucker
That's cool, we was never cool anyway, huh
Yeah that's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway

Huh, look, DJ's say they support
But they still phoney
They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit 'less
It's a diss on it
Down to die for this shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal
Homie
Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh
Been in the game, look at how they do, huh
Why do yes mans start off ever sentence
With, "Dog, I wouldn't lie to you"?
Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables
I done accomplished
Start what I set out to do
Any obstacle is not insurmountable
Bankroll uncountable
Down at the Fontainebleau
Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew
Guess what she down to do
Roll up a pound or two
Bruh, she already jiggin'
Ain't no turnin' back
I can no longer be held accountable
Why you make all that nigga music?
All you play is that nigga music
Call it what you want but it ain't an anthem
'til the strippers moving
(But it ain't an anthem
'til the strippers moving)

I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it
Straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Huh, oh, you hating? Don't be mad
Don't be salty, don't be bitter, man
I learned it, get it
Straight from the source
Fuck the middle man
Don't I deliver man -liver man

I just put in work, she call me Mister
Yeah, hey Mister

Mr fourth Quarter, Mr make-It-Happen
Mr clean
What's the addy? Mr iKeep-Your-Bitch-Happy
Mr cool, damn, that Mister cool
Damn that Ice Cube
Mr cow, Mr chow, Mr come-And-Get-Your-Food
Mr bruce Leeroy with the Kung Fu
Mr rude, Mr cutting School, finna bust a move
Mr t, Mr act-A-Fool, Mr break The-Rules
Mr told-You-I'd-Be There-At-12-And-Ain't-Get
There-'Til-2 mr thought-I Was-Gon'
Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In The-Room
Mr screws
Mr take-It-Off-Now-Bitch-Get-In The-Pool
Mr already-Made-It, you can't come around
Mr quiet, shh, bitch, don't make a sound
Yeah

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 picture
Look, I'm straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands

Mr long, Mr get-Her Wrong, Mr sing-A-Song
Hit the bong, Mr cheech and Chong
Mr in-My-Zone
Mr 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone
Heat it on, Mr, Mr got-It-Going-On
Mastodon, black Power Ranger, I do not belong
Mr outside-Of The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform
Mr count The-Rope
Mr fried-Rice With The-Prawns
Mr iMastered 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 iGuess-IOverslept-And-Slept
Through-My-Alarm
Mr rush, be rich, hit me up
I'm just waking up
In the clutch, come through with
The clutch, try me, you can touch
Never blink, never lose no sleep
Niggas huff and puff claim they running up
Who the fuck? And we see such and such
I'm Ryu, I done paid my dues
I do this shit daily
Mr, Mr lituation, Mr fuck-You-Pay-Me
Mr iMight-Be-Here-Now, now I'm out in Vegas
Mr if-You-Ain't With
The-Movement-Ain't-No-Conversation, preacher

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 picture
Look, I'm straight up, she a margarita mixer
Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah mister, Bobby BandsI