D-Block Europe - Mr Mysterious Lyrics

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 hearin' 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
60K for the big rocks sittin' in the Audemars
You're takin' too long on my phone
Tell me what you're lookin' for (yeah, yeah)
S60K on wrist, tell 'em, "Go hate on this"
So much ice on me, think I can skate on this
Rolex chopped 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 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 hearin' 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 sleepin', now I'm furious
You keep talkin' 'bout these hoes I fucked, you're delirious
Yeah, I ain't feelin' them, but I'm feelin' you and I'm feedin' 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 D
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 ass 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 hearin' 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