: M. Pokora : Mrs Smith, irresitible J'aime quand elle m'espionne. Elle pose sa bouche sur le canon de mon Smith & Wesson. Les yeux revolver, Elle tire
you I'm the myth of all I've fronting I Know she's all my love It's sounds confusing and twisted but Guess is just how we do as Mr & Mrs Smith Be ready
way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly Frankly, Mr.
: [Will Smith] He's a nice guy - how ya doin? He's a nice guy - good to see ya! He's a nice guy - how your mom an' 'em? [Verse One: Will Smith] Mr.
I've been watchin' you from afar For as long as I can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
Yeah check it out baby Make it hot baby then we drop it, yeah Uptown, you know how? Yeah you know? Make it hot It's the first time together and I'm feeling
! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, know whut I'm sayin' First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nah mean? Helped me put this Mr. Smith Mr.Smith
Intro: Uh Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean? It's gone be butter, nahmean? Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah Crack the Mo, here we go I'm in the mood
Get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon Blood drippin', slippin' off my planet Man, the panic, funk mode Mechanical mix flows, competition
Keep it chicken head, I'm lookin' for a dime Get my swerve on, make it hot, word is bond I'm lickin' on your ankle bracelet We'll be sippin' moet wit
Aha, y'nahmean? Word up, just wanna bring 'em to it real Real rugged like, uhh, man Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean? Go diggin
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith I'm goin' to the top leavin' smoke in my trail Bitch ass gangstas
You know it be buggin' me out You know what I'm sayin' that rap How everybody like is using metaphors And all that it seems like everybody's like a Like
do this for you baby Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin Mmm, (Do you want to be a player) Yeah (Then you got to have that flavour) More of that Mr.Smith
Blaze this one, word up I'ma blaze this one No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it! Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it! I'm uncle L, check it
Check it out I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale Next step throw a stack up on the third rail The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted
Intro: Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]? Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight
