Lyrics:
bitch is a mix
Yeah she fine as hell, told lil baby you a queen
I can not see no one like you
You the girl of my dreams
You the girl of my dream(ain't no
getting that dollar
I'm still wrapping rubber band
Runnas in these streets look
Like they be running track
Cop it by the o and I be still
Pushing grams
See
than her fishnets
Lighters getting bic'd by this pyro for a quick sec
You said you wanted fire in your life well come and get some
It's coming through
you niggas know how I'm stepping
It ain't shit neutral
I'm just staying out the mix
Cause the sauce gone come with some noodles
On my own time
Turn
cup up I mix it up with purp
Man free my niggas man he just went berserk
So when I'm in the streets I gotta stay alert now man
I'm About make the world
One's for the money two's for the weed spot
Undercover cops follow me though
They need not it's like I'm Rick James
Caught in the mix rocking thick
fuckin' pussy since the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed
homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em
Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard, hustling late night
You know (late night)
Some of these suckas out there
(Enviyon on the mix)
You wouldn't last a day in my mind
Think I'm lying? lets switch places, places
Somebody pick this nigga up
He didn't make it
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
to my place let me show you all my bad ways
Put your legs on my shoulders baby as we start to kokay
The way I give it to you have you bawling like
"Don't you know, don't you know"
See this is worldwide baby
"That it's wrong"
Germany, Italy, France, Japan
"To take what is given"
Many
fans, nigga
I know I'm the man, baby, bring your friends with you
Puttin' points up while you in the stands, nigga
But I be stuck in these streets, you
tell by the 30's that I'm sittin' on
Take a whiff of this shit, this Dolce
Mix it up with the purp', it's okay
Later on I'm free to lay, lay
Lay
Ah yeah! feel the funk bay-be!
That’s right, this is called the basement!
And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this
From the heights, not
a astronaut
This will be the biggest leap that you ever hop
It seems niggas are fly and the junkies are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
She a seven but she stand on her ten
Wrist pullin tricks like my name was ben ten
The way I handle pot, you could throw your cents in
Land full
Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's
design gold
By design never fold
Talk less and do more
Do more or talk less
You could say you want this
You should just be topless
And baby let me rock it
her name Steve
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With
extra
Never found the ones that disrespect ya
It's like you right my wrongs, by any means I'll protect ya
Even though at times you love the street life
I
been
Balling like Spaulding all year fucking long
On the bus to Jane street
Hope I make it back home you got a
Baby back bone
If you don't like it
We put dat boi on tv
Revolution televised
We got plenty alibis
Street oath like a oblige
You ain’t real it’s a facade
Turn him To ghost ain’t talking
Discuss these baby its you full phat street mix by jojo Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In