morning light You ain't gotta search no more girl Lookin' for my Mr. Right I'm right here Let me love you I'll be your Mr. Right So radio Mr. Right
on another level Homie and its sad, to see That Im killin it and I aint Even a rapper B! VA where it all goes down The home of Cliffs, Missy, Trey Songz and youre boy Chris Brown
' coffee inside my automo' aldo Crackin' satin' and leather, what's happenin' bullet convincer? Cash straight outta comic, books catchin' the flurry Keep your eye on the Lo where Mr
and Wormwood Scrubs And too many right wing meetings, my life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather
gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her shit I'll come and get her I'll put her on to some shit and get her grind right Get her mind right fatten
key in the door Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his own vomit on the floor You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy That's
welcome y'all back to the club I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah, ya dig Club Toe Jam is once again off the hook For ladies night, ya dig, everynight Right
and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes seldomely ever talk over cell phones or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes every whip, every bitch, every leather coat since '88 to right
[yella] You fake cheerleadin' bitch! you want a nigga like me to beware, ha? I'ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you [tec-9] Take them braids
'm about to blow (Let's go) I'm about to do it like this here Walk over spit game in this bitch ear Let her know my name and I got it right here Girl
free I check my Face and grip my mace they won't dare hurt me I'm feelin right, go out tonite and that's okay with me! Mr. Lady.
a sound, Violet Brown You might say, "What you mad about? You still got your Family name Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gold Struck We found this tape in
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer One
[Chris Brown:] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer, one more drink
beat Graffiti You already know Yall better remember where you heard it first We told?em! Chris Brown, Rock City In my best Khaled impression, We the BEST! Shot out to trey songz and everybody in VA Right about right
mall) Take you home, so we can do it all (do it all) While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] This your boy Mr
your number and I'll call And I'll follow that ass in the mall Take you home, let you juggle my balls While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls This your boy Mr
(featuring Mannie Fresh & Lac) [Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs) Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy) You under smell, number one motherfucka
