Mystery
I am a Mystery
I went to go pick up a bag
I had to go see what i had
I hope that you are glad
I am about to make history
I'm not the type to brag
I know that I am bad
I know that you are mad
Better quit putting my name in your mouth
If you ain't chanting you're ranting
I'm like a Jedi with the force
Top of my team like I am yoda
Little green dude with a little green bean
No I ain't dende but I'm your sense
Make you take a long ass survey
And you can call that your resume
I am a mystery
I am about to bring misery
Better hope your not an enemy
There can only be on of me
Step up to me and we will see
Might just poor up some Hennessy
Skipped out of class had truancy
Went to the gun store had a shopping spree
Pop
Pop
Pop
What the fuck
Who went where
Who did what
Who seen who
Don't ring a bell
I'll never tell
Guess it's a mystery
I am a Mystery
I went to go pick up a bag
I had to go see what i had
I hope that you are glad
I am about to make history
I'm not the type to brag
I know that I am bad
I know that you are mad
I am a Mystery
I got the gas
I run it up
Run up a bag
These niggas be history
They just wanna see the end of me
But I ain't dead
I'm gone run it up get to this bread
Senorita is bad
Even she know how to get up a bag
Little bad bitch from Havana
I met her up in the sauna
She wanna slide
She give you head
I blast out hasta manana
OOH OOH
That pussy pop like pinata
Goons in the Chevy impala
Niggas be bitches
Hiding behind the computers
Claiming they're really them shooters
But thats what they claim to be
But I'm hear to make these bitch ass niggas to history
Its a mystery
How i get him so slow
Niggas didn't even see me creeping in the back door
Imma fucking ghost
Your a fucking joke
You don't want no smoke
Nigga you'll fucking choke
So much green that my nickname dope
Pack it up seal it tight in an envelope
Bitch i'm the king you can call me the pope
Walk in your mamma house swinging my dick like a 10 foot rope
Got her pussy so clean it smelling like soap
Yea bitch Guap
I am a Mystery
I went to go pick up a bag
I had to go see what i had
I hope that you are glad
I am about to make history
I'm not the type to brag
I know that I am bad
I know that you are mad
I know that you are mad
I went to go pick up a bag
I had to go see what i had
I hope that you are glad
I am about to make history
I'm not the type to brag
I know that I am bad
I know that you are mad
Better quit putting my name in your mouth
If you ain't chanting you're ranting
I'm like a Jedi with the force
Top of my team like I am yoda
Little green dude with a little green bean
No I ain't dende but I'm your sense
Make you take a long ass survey
And you can call that your resume
I am a mystery
I am about to bring misery
Better hope your not an enemy
There can only be on of me
Step up to me and we will see
Might just poor up some Hennessy
Skipped out of class had truancy
Went to the gun store had a shopping spree
Pop
Pop
Pop
What the fuck
Who went where
Who did what
Who seen who
Don't ring a bell
I'll never tell
Guess it's a mystery
I am a Mystery
I went to go pick up a bag
I had to go see what i had
I hope that you are glad
I am about to make history
I'm not the type to brag
I know that I am bad
I know that you are mad
I am a Mystery
I got the gas
I run it up
Run up a bag
These niggas be history
They just wanna see the end of me
But I ain't dead
I'm gone run it up get to this bread
Senorita is bad
Even she know how to get up a bag
Little bad bitch from Havana
I met her up in the sauna
She wanna slide
She give you head
I blast out hasta manana
OOH OOH
That pussy pop like pinata
Goons in the Chevy impala
Niggas be bitches
Hiding behind the computers
Claiming they're really them shooters
But thats what they claim to be
But I'm hear to make these bitch ass niggas to history
Its a mystery
How i get him so slow
Niggas didn't even see me creeping in the back door
Imma fucking ghost
Your a fucking joke
You don't want no smoke
Nigga you'll fucking choke
So much green that my nickname dope
Pack it up seal it tight in an envelope
Bitch i'm the king you can call me the pope
Walk in your mamma house swinging my dick like a 10 foot rope
Got her pussy so clean it smelling like soap
Yea bitch Guap
I am a Mystery
I went to go pick up a bag
I had to go see what i had
I hope that you are glad
I am about to make history
I'm not the type to brag
I know that I am bad
I know that you are mad
I know that you are mad
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Writer(s): Matthew Garrett
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