Lyrics:
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
fill my bank get my bank full
Fill up my mufuckin safe
One day Ima buy me a wraith
Ill live in a mansion by the lake damn
Like its my birthday want that
shake her ass, I'm sir mix a lot
Water witta splash, mix the Pyrex pot
She is a testy digester, test me I'll slide them a stretcher
Sentsy jolly ranch wax
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
of genetics
Call in the biologists
Have them check the blueprint
Now
Rush her to the hospital
The detective's a courtesan, sir
She runs the whole thing
kitchen hot
Working with little to nothing but sir I mix a lot
Mission was the ceiling
Tops
Tipping (Tip in) the shit I drop
Will he (wheelie pop) pop ?
Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been
can tell by my eye
Now these niggas want to be us why the fuck would I even lie
I give that girl my other number she calling back and I ain't even reply
When I start getting pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
jack
Spent a lot money now I’m gettin paid back
Took a lot of focus just to never go back so
When I see my pay check I’m like woh oh oh
Yeah—
Yeah—
Yeah
good vibes by my side that's life
I mean winning always seem to come wit a price
It's a race to the bank then you die
If you ain't first your last bitch
with the sharks I'm never by my lonely
That FN shoot darts so ain't no sense of running
We move like the navy, trust is slim on niggas cuz they too shady
me, Not Once
Ay let me speak my piece of mind
My music is in my speakers played on rewind
I mix my shit at least three times
It is especially designed
frosted
I gotta go check on my dogs I’m hearing them bark and it sounds like they lost it
Man these niggas don’t know how much this really costed
You
worth all the time that I'm spending on y' all, I'll never switch up my persona
Yo, aye it ain't no question, I'm toxic as fuck, like when you mix bleach
a lot to cry about (facts)
Know a lot of shit that I can only talk with God about (man)
Shit that I wished, it start comin' true, I had to watch my
Mix-a-Lot is judgin so they let it all out
Wet T-shirts, itty bitty skirts
All my homies straight puttin in work (much work)
I call it sexy, some call it
enough to drive
My teacher can't stand me cause I give him no respect
I ain't saying "M'am, yes M'am" until you're signing me a check
So you can miss me
*phone rings*
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform
free that I'm the dopest nigga
Coming out that northwest
It's a fact that I won't be no Sir Mix-a-lot
I'm making up the sound
That make you feel it
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
the clientele
She like that Chanele
She like her some Rel
Yeah they know I'm popping my shit it ain't much to tell
I came up all by myself
Now I gotta ball
check my stance
See you don't stand a chance
Call me sir lance a lot
(Why)
When she reach into my pants
See my stallion
Donuts when she pulls of the lot
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
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