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Mr. Right Or Mr. What You Need


Are you Looking for your Mr. Right, or Mr. what you need?

See Mr. Right don't come knowing how to love,

He don't come showing Respect.

See Mr. Right don't come with his Pride, Or his Ego check.

Mr. Right don't come knowing how to communicate effectivly Neither.

But I will tell you what he does come with, 

He comes with the knowledge on how to beat her.

See Mr. Right has commitment issues,

So he comes as a full fledge cheater

So while you're at home making that hot meal,

waiting for Mr. right to walk through them doors.

He's with another Fine woman, in his fancy 2 seater.

See while you prefered the bigger bag

the man you consider finacially stable.

See what you failed to realize is that,

you chose to neglect the number 1 thing you were

looking for and that was a man to treat you right,

but you never took into consideration that so called Mr. Right,

wasn't capable.

See Mr. Right is is familiar with women like you,

he knows just what to do.

See he understands what women like you really wants.

So he knows if he has the bag of cash, nice cars, and the big house

that'll reel you in, So that's what he flaunts.

See I'm not Mr. right, but I am Mr. What you need.

See baby I'm the type of man that will humble you

and bring you down to your knees.

But I don't bring you to your knees to walk all over you

but only to pray with you.

See I'm the man that believe if I can pray with you

I'm guarenteed to stay with you,

Stay with me!, see this is going to get a little tricky.

See I ain't looking for a woman to take care of,

I'm looking for one to build with me.

I'm looking for my Bonnie & Clyde take away the crack

she makes my Bobby & Whitney.

I'm looking for a woman that I can connect with her mind,

and we can make Power moves like 50.

See I'm looking passed your physical I'm trying to touch your soul,

I'm looking for that real love that true love that never gets old,

See when your skin starts to wrinkle your hair turn grey

and your breast start to sag,

I'm still in love with ya.

And when we done made it to the top and hit rock bottom again,

I'm on the Rug with ya.

And when they test your gangsta they they test mine too,

Oh yeah, I'mma thug with ya.

I know this isn't something that you use to,

but this what a brother do , when he in love with ya. 

See You focused on him, While I'm tapping on your shoulder.

Trying to get you to acknowledge my presence

as I admire your beautiful essence.

Most men would call what I'm saying a SIMP and in a way agree,

Because acknowledging a woman's beauty worth and value,

is just that SIMPLE to me.

So as I plead my case belove it lets make one thing clear,

As I know your worth I know mine too,

So I won't always be standing here.

See there is a difference,  and you must understand

I'm a lover not a sucka .

So you would be a fool to think I'll keep playing the waiting game

while you entertain another.

Now I know why they say love is blind,

You were blinded by your idea of 

Mr. Right you see.

So blinded you couldn't remove the blind fold to see that

Your Mr. Right was all in your Mr. what you need.

And I'm the full package your Mr. Right & Mr. What you need

was all in me

Happy Life.

 

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