Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mister’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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Mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get My Pack Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off) (yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I ain’t bringin’ nothin’ back (ain’t bringin’ nothin’ back)
Mister Coffin Them
Leave ’em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (I got sticks)
Put it in his face, ooh, he stiff (ooh, he stiff)
Leave ’em cold and still (cold)
Bitch, I’m cold, for real (I’m cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (heart so cold)
Don’t show no love, for real (show no love, for real)
All my life, I’ve been a hustler (yeah)
Dopeboy, cap peeler, street young nigga
Get that money, f*ck these hoes
All I know is freaks up
Stack that money, blue hunnid
Ten thousand daily
Y’all niggas talk crazy with that fire out
Know I’ma let that fire out (bah)
Rush him, nigga, bust him
Nigga be talkin’ like hoes
Pull up on ’em then I bust ’em (boom)
Ain’t really with that tongue wrestlin’
Y’all niggas talkin’ cap
Y’all niggas really ’bout the cap rap
Pull out the strap, nigga, know I got that strap (bah)
Yeah, I’m packin’, you lackin’ (yeah)
Y’all niggas ain’t ’bout no action (yerr)
Nigga, I’m ’bout the action (huh?)
I got the lights, camera, action (okay)
Yeah, that shit get to flashin’ (flah, flah)
Damn, damn, don’t nobody know what happened (don’t nobody know what happened)
Don’t nobody know what happened (don’t nobody know what happened)
Damn, (ooh) okay
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Mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get My Pack Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off) (yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I ain’t bringin’ nothin’ back (ain’t bringin’ nothin’ back)
Mister Coffin Them
Leave ’em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (I got sticks)
Put it in his face, ooh, he stiff (ooh, he stiff)
Leave ’em cold and still (cold)
Bitch, I’m cold, for real (I’m cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (heart so cold)
Don’t show no love, for real (show no love, for real)
(21) Mister Slaughter gang (gang gang)
Mister Take Yo’ Hoe (yeah)
Mister Run a Train (straight up)
Mister F*ck a Rapper Nigga, I’m Debo, tuck your chain (on God)
Got amnesia, f*ck your cigarette, I don’t remember a thing (straight up)
Hit Candler Road, put ten on my ride, any car I want, I buy it
Couple niggas out here tryna switch sides, hit a bitch boy, that’s fire (pussy)
Gang gang ain’t on none of that friendly shit, we ain’t givin’ high fives (facts)
You out here runnin’ yo’ mouth like a pussy cat, but you ain’t got nine lives (rat)
Mister Stick Talk (21)
Mister White Chalk (21)
I don’t need no co-sign ’cause The 6 vouch (21, 21)
Yo’ wifey at the slaughterhouse, we whippin’ dicks out (on God)
She sucked me, then she sucked my brother, she got a big mouth
(Straight up, straight up)
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Mister Traphouse (Traphouse)
Mister Dopeboy (Mister Dopeboy)
Mister Slimeball (Mister Slime)
Mister Get My Pack Back (Get that pack back)
Mister Ran Off (Mister Ran Off) (yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I ain’t bringin’ nothin’ back (ain’t bringin’ nothin’ back)
Mister Coffin Them (yeah)
Leave ’em dead, for real (Dead, for real)
I got sticks (I got sticks)
Put it in his face, ooh, he stiff (ooh, he stiff)
Leave ’em cold and still (cold)
Bitch, I’m cold, for real (I’m cold, for real)
Heart so cold, for real (heart so cold)
Don’t show no love, for real (show no love, for real)