- Mr. me too 歌詞 Pharrell Williams Clipse
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- You know we back right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it
Ha ha Star
Track*****s just hate us,
Im doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream
Sneakers,
I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the
T-*****rts because they hate us
Dude like
Snoop say, 'Step ya game up'
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, **** *s hit
Lorraine up
Just last week,
I was out in
AspenMe and
Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that,
I was out in
ItalyAttire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah
Me TooOkay everybody meet
Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like
I was paddy wagon cruisin
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooin
I was just assuming youd keep the coke movin
But I got one question, ***** yall been doing?
Pyrex Turs turned into
Covalli furs
The full length cat, when
I wave, the kitty purs
All my *****z caped up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We dont chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
Children totto,
South Beach
GalardoTeals started up, go brr like its
NardoWomen if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lifes
And Im sorry to the fans but the crackers werent playing fair
JiveI know,
I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet
Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah , you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet
Mr. Me Too
I know what you thinkin why
I call you,
Me TooCause everything
I say, I got you sayin
Me TooI say
I got a Benz so you said me too
You hangin out the window so they can see you
But you aint hangin out the window
When you in that
G2Or that
G3 or G4 like we do
Star Track,
Clipse come on
Wanna know the time?
Better clock us
*****z bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down keys into dimes and sell em like gobstoppers
Who gonna stop us?
Not a god damn one of ya
Mean with the
Re-Up, ***** we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah thats the same color
Of the Zord *****, best believe its the mullenor
Take no prisoners, rap *****z are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by
Louis sportsin
Keep my hoes in pooch and
Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot dont it?
You dont wanna know what the *****
I spent on it
Tomorrow aint promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet
Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet
Mr. Me Too
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