Lady Leshurr - Your Mr

Yo
I'm taking ya mister
Nah, sis, it's banter
Dunno why you're so angry
'Cause when he calls I don't answer
Real talk not even on a hands-free
Brr man ah get blanked up
Got a bad B and he's South Asian
Must've come from Sri Lanka
Wah, yeah, oh

Stop that, bruck that, boop
Turn up the ting den bounce
I just burn up the ting no loud
Man dem flirt up dey wan' come prowl
Tell dem prep up, prep up, pipe down
Man get bruck up, bruck up, broke down
Gyal, get juck up, juck up, swung 'round
Watch her, turn up, turn up, turn down, cha

I ain't gonna say too much, uh
Brudda, I'm way too much, yeah
I don't debate this stuff, mhm
Yeah, I got the dangerous touch
Don't care if you don't rate my stuff
Stand out like a baby bump
And shout out to your baby mom 'cause
She's all over me, ay
She's all over me, why?
'Cause she's over the D, why?
Didn't do your deed, I
Invited her for tea
And she spilled all the tea, I
Just came 'round to say hello to your kiddies
And I got her washing the dishes, I'm taking ya misses
Nah, brudda, it's banter
She acts way too childish
So I bought her a baby hamper
Real talk, boy, nah, I can't stand her
I can barely understand her
She's from Scotland and a drinker
So the glass go wid her, it's a mazza, wah

I'm taking ya Mr
Nah, sis, it's banter
Dunno why you're so angry
'Cause when he calls I don't answer
Real talk not even on a hands-free
Brr man ah get blanked up
Got a bad B and he's South Asian
Must've come from Sri Lanka, wah

Jet black in the car
Step back when I park
I can get that and you can't
And my ex mad 'cause I'm not
Yes, she did grab on my arm
Yes, you seen that no Haraam
Why's she with man, I'm like huh?
Brudda your wrist black from your watch
Brudda your neck back is like rah!
Brudda your creps black and they're washed
They look stressed fam, oh my gosh
You're a big man, you're a Jar
They try text gyal all this madness
But I'm too jet-lagged to respond
Make that gyal jump when she see me
They're like, "Is that the new dance?"

I'm taking your mister
Nah, sis, I'm joking
He's tryna say he's my ting
Rudeboy, what are you smoking?
You pree'd me when I rolled in
Right like East no Dalston
You might haffi get rolled on
Should've bought some deodorant, wah
Tek time, nuh?

Touch down like peeka peekaboo, uh
Face yellow like Pika Pikachu, yeah
Mi need room so mi pick a bigger view
Don't ask questions not a interview, duh
Touch down like peeka peekaboo
Face yellow like Pika Pikachu, cha
Mi need room so mi pick a bigger view
Wah, yeah, oh

Written by:
Melesha Katrina O'Garro

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