Mr Mysterious - D-Block Europe

Her friends told her I’m fun, now she’s curious

Hundred missed calls on my phone, Mr. Mysterious

She wanna go through my DM, I am not hearing it

She gotta suck on my pole, she still want my dick on her period

Rich and I’m fly, on fleek, she wanna die on fleek (Yeah, yeah)

She drippin' down on me, I’m 'bout to drown on lean

Proud of the bag, Celine, she said she proud of me

Real trap but I’m on lean, thirty-thousand on me

See, my bando’s hot

Told these cats don’t know I can make you wait there

These diamonds wrong

These diamonds wrong, I think he faked it

Sixty K for the big rocks sittin' in the Audemars

You’re taking too long on my phone

Tell me what you’re lookin' for (Yeah, yeah)

Sixty K on wrist, tell 'em «Go hate on this»

So much ice on me, think I can skate on this

Rolex with a stainless bit

Dior trainers with a stainless wrist

She don’t even smoke no weed, she gettin' high up off the xans

I be helpin' Selfridges, I just spent like fifteen bands

I get high on gelato pounds, if it ain’t loud, I’ll bring it back

Exotic mixed with Xans, I be going through her Snap

I just took this pretty bitch on a dinner date, I’m puttin' codeine in the

Sprite again

Her friends told her I’m fun, now she’s curious

Hundred missed calls on my phone, Mr. Mysterious

She wanna go through my DM, I am not hearing it

She gotta suck on my pole, she still want my dick on her period

Rich and I’m fly, on fleek, she wanna die on fleek (Yeah, yeah)

She drippin' down on me, I’m 'bout to drown on lean

Proud of the bag, Celine, she said she proud of me

Real trap but I’m on lean, thirty-thousand on me (Yeah)

Are you serious?

Went through my phone while I’m sleeping, now I’m furious

You keep talkin' 'bout these hoes I fucked, you’re delirious

Yeah, I ain’t feeling them, but I’m feeling you and I’m feeding you

So tell me why every girl loves a toxic

You so mad right now, you need to hit the boxing ring

Why the fuck I fuck her, oh, when I know she wants my

I could teach you how to trap, I could teach you how to rap

I could teach you how to whip

I could teach you how to be a real arse nigga in fact, yeah

Do you really love me and do you really mean it?

Sometimes a nigga really wonder like Stevie

Sippin' on lean, now I’m feelin' like Weezy

Me and LB, Mario, Luigi

Probation on me, I’m still weedin'

Bitch so bad, got a nigga out breachin'

And this situation gonna be a real good one but not a long one

Her friends told her I’m fun, now she’s curious

Hundred missed calls on my phone, Mr. Mysterious

She wanna go through my DM, I am not hearing it

She gotta suck on my pole, she still want my dick on her period

Rich and I’m fly, on fleek, she wanna die on fleek (Yeah, yeah)

She drippin' down on me, I’m 'bout to drown on lean

Proud of the bag, Celine, she said she proud of me

Real trap but I’m on lean, thirty-thousand on me