MR.WHY Lyrics

Fight night, lights bright

Fucked your bitch that's night night

Me and you that's on sight

I'm just hot like Southside

I put it in the mouth side

It's okay when you cry

Don't contemplate homicide

Shorty bitch, that's my type

Fuck your bitch

Let's fight, let's fight

Big smoke, got the guns like

Big Mike, Big Mike

Semi, semi, semi-automatic

Let these pussy haters have it

I'm bringing all the havoc

Sauce on while they panic

Still making bucks, I'mma bandit

I'm a macho man, Randy Savage

Go on a vacay, bring no baggage

No handler, I'm a savage

Looking for a bad bitch

Now I'm in the bag with a dab bitch

Getting higher than a kite

Getting higher than a kite

It's on fucking sight

It's on fucking sight

Don't need a gun to fight

He's gonna run on sight

I'mma have fun, alright

I'mma have fun, alright

Yous a bitch and your bitch can suck my fucking dick

Ciao, mate, you a fucking, fucking prick

Lucky I don't hit you with the fucking stick

Got your body, is that a bucket list

Big smoke

Get your fucking hands up

We lit

Ha ha ha