"Ms.Tery" lyrics
Strandz & Mnelia Lyrics
Did you notice I saw your eyes on me
Shouldn't excite me, but we're here
Oooh we're here, yeah
You ain't said nothing but boy I swear I hear ya
Talk yo shit
They say my sound vintage, this that 94
40 old people is behind the door
Oh that's just the string players, so there might be more
I got 25 drummers tryna fight this war
Told my niggas if you hustle then we all on board
I got 28 singers tryna walk the walk
You ain't brought to talk baby, just chord your thoughts
Neo plantation that's so New York (Ha)
Never knew a young nigga know the law
What's a little paper if I ain't fold before
You can get the beef frying or just hold it raw (Ha)
Gotta keep pure, that's what most import
Ain't gotta play sport just to hold the torch man
Man, you ain't want fame - you just hold the Porsche
Gran Turismo and it's brought to go
Cannes, gotta fly alps and explore the snow
Damn...
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
And just to to let you know
Even as a street nigga I'm professional
No face, no name - but you get the crow
And If you need a little more, you can let me know
I'll go... anywhere you wanna go
Just tell me how low... Mmm
You don't really wanna get to know
Youngers wanna let it blow
I don't wanna get involved
Who are ya?
Who are ya?
I froze, when I saw ya
And you cant fit a thrown in like any home
Shawty wanna know - why so many phones
I'm tryna get it gone, this ain't any loan
You only got one head, why so many combs
If I could do a headline, why so many shows?
And if you undress right, why so many clothes?
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
Boy, you tryna blow my cover? (uh-u)
'Cause I ain't tryna know another (uh-uh)
You could be my mister
And I could be your mystery girl
So come and show me your love (uh huh)
I already showed enough (huh)
Either you're my mister
Or I'm your mystery girl
Shouldn't excite me, but we're here
Oooh we're here, yeah
You ain't said nothing but boy I swear I hear ya
Talk yo shit
They say my sound vintage, this that 94
40 old people is behind the door
Oh that's just the string players, so there might be more
I got 25 drummers tryna fight this war
Told my niggas if you hustle then we all on board
I got 28 singers tryna walk the walk
You ain't brought to talk baby, just chord your thoughts
Neo plantation that's so New York (Ha)
Never knew a young nigga know the law
What's a little paper if I ain't fold before
You can get the beef frying or just hold it raw (Ha)
Gotta keep pure, that's what most import
Ain't gotta play sport just to hold the torch man
Man, you ain't want fame - you just hold the Porsche
Gran Turismo and it's brought to go
Cannes, gotta fly alps and explore the snow
Damn...
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
And just to to let you know
Even as a street nigga I'm professional
No face, no name - but you get the crow
And If you need a little more, you can let me know
I'll go... anywhere you wanna go
Just tell me how low... Mmm
You don't really wanna get to know
Youngers wanna let it blow
I don't wanna get involved
Who are ya?
Who are ya?
I froze, when I saw ya
And you cant fit a thrown in like any home
Shawty wanna know - why so many phones
I'm tryna get it gone, this ain't any loan
You only got one head, why so many combs
If I could do a headline, why so many shows?
And if you undress right, why so many clothes?
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
Mystery girl, I saw you
What you wanna do?
How could I ignore you?
You see what you made me do?
Boy, you tryna blow my cover? (uh-u)
'Cause I ain't tryna know another (uh-uh)
You could be my mister
And I could be your mystery girl
So come and show me your love (uh huh)
I already showed enough (huh)
Either you're my mister
Or I'm your mystery girl
Writer(s): Louis Ezeoke
