Letra da Música Mr Mysterious de 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
Prada, the bag Celine, she said she proud of me
Road 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 thе Audemars
You're taking too long on my phone
Tеll 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 truck 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
Exotics mixed with Xans, I be goin' 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
Prada, the bag Celine, she said she proud of me
Road 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 king?
You so mad right now, you need to hit the boxing ring
Why the fuck I fuck her raw when I know she wants my kid?
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
Prada, the bag Celine, she said she proud of me
Road trap but I'm on lean, thirty-thousand on me