Young Nudy, Pi’erre Bourne - Mister lyrics
Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.
[Young Nudy, Pi’erre Bourne - Mister lyrics]
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get-My-Pack-Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I ain't bringin' nothin' back
Mister Coffin Them
Leave 'em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (We got sticks)
Put 'em in his face, ooh, he stiff
(Ooh, he stiff)
Leave 'em cold and still (Cold)
Bitch, I'm cold, for real
(I'm cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (Heart so cold)
Don't show no love, for real
(Don't show no love, for real)
All my life, I've been a hustler (yeah)
Dopeboy, cap peeler, street young nigga
Get that money, fuck these hoes
All I know is freaks up
Stack that money, blue hunnid
Ten thousand daily
Y'all niggas talk crazy with that fire out
Know I'ma let that fire out (Bah)
Rush out, head got bust up
Niggas be talkin' like hoes
Pull up on 'em then I bust 'em (Boom)
Ain't really with that tongue wrestlin'
Y'all niggas talkin' cap
Y'all niggas really 'bout the cap rap
Pull out the strap, nigga
Know I got that strap (Bah)
Yeah, I'm packin', you lackin' (yeah)
Y'all niggas ain't 'bout no action (Yerr)
Nigga, I'm 'bout the action (Huh?)
I got the lights, camera, action (Okay)
Yeah, that shit get to flashin' (Flah, flah)
Damn, damn, don't nobody know what happened
(Don't nobody know what happened)
Don't nobody know what happened
(Don't nobody know what happened)
Damn, ooh, okay
Uh huh mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get-My-Pack-Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I ain't bringin' nothin' back
Mister Coffin Them
Leave 'em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (We got sticks)
Put 'em in his face, ooh, he stiff
(Ooh, he stiff)
Leave 'em cold and still (Cold)
Bitch, I'm cold, for real
(I'm cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (Heart so cold)
Don't show no love, for real
(Don't show no love, for real)
(21) Mister Slaughter Gang (Gang gang)
Mister Take Your Ho (yeah)
Mister Run a Train (Straight up)
Mister Fuck a Rapper, nigga, I'm Deebo
Tuck your chain (On God)
Got amnesia, fuck yo' cigarette
I don't remember a thing (Straight up)
Hit Candler Road, put ten on my
Ride, any car I want, i buy it
(21) couple niggas out here tryna switch
Sides, hit a bitch boy, that's fire
(Pussy) gang gang ain't on none
Of that friendly shit
We ain't givin' high fives (Facts)
You 'round here runnin' your
Mouth like a pussycat
But you ain't got nine lives (Rat)
Mister Stick Talk
(21) , Mister White Chalk (21)
I don't need no co-sign 'cause The 6 vouch
(21, 21) your wifey at the slaughterhouse
We whippin' dicks out (On God)
She sucked me, then she sucked my brother
She got a big mouth
(Straight up, straight up)
Uh huh mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get-My-Pack-Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
I ain't bringin' nothin' back
Mister Coffin Them
Leave 'em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (We got sticks)
Put 'em in his face, ooh, he stiff
(Ooh, he stiff)
Leave 'em cold and still (Cold)
Bitch, I'm cold, for real
(I'm cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (Heart so cold)
Don't show no love, for real
(Don't show no love, for real)