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a blick like it came with a fit
Ima keep me some dollars ion need to be lit
This rap ass shit don't make me a cent
I could wake up still double cup your
Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz
You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete
Know what I mean? To all the girls I cheated on before
Right
fuckin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel
it up
That's the way I like it there Mix-A-Lot
Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton picker
Picks me up Mix-A-Lot
Now everybody's rappin' 'bout
at your brain
Homie gettin' touched
It's bloody Halloween
Wash you out if you ain't lit enough
(Yes, sir) my bitch tryna go behind my back
But I don't give
the way I push you away, Ya!
Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting today
Mix the words up with the actions do it all for your reaction Ya!
loose
Got my mmhm in the bag
Mix it up with that loose
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like
to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper, 'cause I
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on,
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
the charts so I don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back like
roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some
way nicer than you, nigga
I was just makin' beats, back to fightin' on you niggas
Horsepower, still ride rims on pick-ups
Sip cup Sprite, don
way nicer than you, nigga
I was just makin' beats, back to fightin' on you niggas
Horsepower, still ride rims on pick-ups
Sip cup Sprite, don
head I'll end your sequels
Pull up, bought that AP for a hunnid bands
Playing for the Royal flush I bet a hunnid grand
Don Perignon, mix it wit the bag
Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
Lean in the styro, finna mix it with some soda
Hold up, nah these bitches they don't know us
But they wanna
gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I don't hang out with
No lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi
with how your kid is
Like you can't swallow up your fears and own the bitches
I can sit and feasibly deny that you can win it
I can sit all peacefully
When I ride the beat
Ain't no way to hide from the dark side
Man of many men's till the very end
And blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up
went black for a second then the TV goes back to snow, i never saw Carlo again, no one has to my knowledge. I went up there to see about that tent that
and pretty face
Forgive me I was led astray
I'm repenting every day
Thankful for your love and grace
Jesus with me every day
I tried so many other ways
back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
start with your front porch first
I hope both your grandparents at work
High spec, low tech or low spec, high tech
Mix it up nigga, it's something they
solo I was way to lit
Mix the goose with the juice live a life you never lived
Yeah I booted up your boo and got that bitch back at my crib
Riding
just Dey my lane
Ase
Dey no wan see say the boy e don dey reign
Aswear
Yeah you better lock your door cause a storm is coming
Back up back up
I gat
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