| It’s your boy, Mr. Wonderful
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| Reporting from the backseat of a limo
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| You can smell what I’m smoking right out the window when the wind blow
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Bitch I’m so groovy
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| Everyday it’s like I’m shooting for a movie
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| You swear you wouldn’t but you know that you would do me
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| No more playing bitch, it’s time to meet the new me
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| And they call him Mr. Wonderful
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| Take me, take me in your arms
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| And never let me go
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| I need you more and more
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| I need you more and more
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| I need you more and more
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| I spelt the ransom note in the SpaghettiOs
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| Petty hoes that let the semi go
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| After takin' seven bumps of perico
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| You already know, you not ready though, that product selling slow
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| You ain’t no criminal
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| Your money minimal
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| My jacket make you grimace
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| You can catch me playing tennis with my dentist, Dennis
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| Independent suspension
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| Four-o-five is what I’m benchin' on the benches with my henchman
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| Black turtle necks, we on some French shit
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| Uh, and I shoot like I’m from French Lick
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m playing with a death wish
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| All a player wants is neck bows and red fish
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| And that thick red bone to get me necked on for breakfast
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| Uh, what a life I made for myself, damn
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| All them nights I played with myself
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| Now, I don’t even take a piss by myself (no)
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| Yes I’m done baby, hand me my belt
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| It’s your boy, Mr. Wonderful
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| Reporting from the backseat of a limo
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| You can smell what i’m smoking right out the window when the wind blow
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Bitch i’m so groovy
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| Everyday it’s like I’m shooting for a movie
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| You swear you wouldn’t but you know that you would do me
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| No more playing bitch, it’s time to meet the new me
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| And they call him Mr. Wonderful
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| All my Jamaicans call me Johnny Dagger
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| Find the world’s tallest ladder
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| Climb to the top, jump off and make punani splatter (take that)
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| Splash, then order that Jumanji platter
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| Cartier’s display the latest shatter (bling)
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| My mother’s wrist look like it’s dipped in batter
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| Batting average like I’m takin' juice
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| Like a moose, my fucking body like a stegosaurus
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| Still movin' state to state with warrants
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| Draped in Asian garments, I bathe in Agent Orange
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| Uh, rent the plane like a rental
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| You can’t even imagine, this pain inside my mental
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| Understand I’m always glorious
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| Direct descendants of some major warriors
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| It’s your boy, Mr. Wonderful
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| Reporting from the backseat of a limo
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| You can smell what I’m smoking right out the window when the wind blow
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Bitch I’m so groovy
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| Everyday it’s like i’m shooting for a movie
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| You swear you wouldn’t but you know that you would do me
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| No more playing bitch, it’s time to meet the new me
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| And they call him Mr. Wonderful
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| Take me, take me in your arms
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| And never let me go
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| I need you more and more
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| I need you more and more (oh, oh)
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| I need you more and more (oh, oh)
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| It’s me baby, Mr. Wonderful
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| Told you already, nothing else matters
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| That’s it
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| «I noticed you didn’t applaud, dear»
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| (laughter) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Wonderful, artist - Samiyam. Album song Animals Have Feelings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп