Lyrics:
now im Back on my shit
I had to realize how friendship work
They dont exist
Loyalty hard to come by
It kills relationships
This is business never
I know you coasting mix emotions
How C-Notes keep flooding
Drop sauce by accident
Imagine what I'll do on purpose
I'll hit my mark if spark in dark
hear me cause most these dudes be bluffing Hoopin hollerin bout nothing mix that with a lot of cussin' then swear that they up to something disgusting
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By
the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
(Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen, fresh!
[T.I.]
T.I.P., hey!
I know a lot
do sir?
The rack
In the back
After the fact
I'm hittin that
In that short skirt twerk twerk
She gon make it squirt squirt
Do it like we're ernie
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
made for toys.
I wan´ em real thick an´ juicy.
So fin´ that juicy double.
Mix Alot´s in trouble,
Beggin´ for a piece o´ that bubble.
So I am lookin´
by myself ‘cause people never got your back
They unreliable, and you know that my talent’s undeniable
As a career, it’s viable, it can be justifiable
know the
Fucking half of what I've
Fucking been through!
Well, Sir Isaac Newton said the law of energy
Is, "Energy is not lost or destroyed
It is merely
Pirate's life for me,
Where's the rum, where's the weed?
Black Pearl with speed,
Try to race me on the seas,
Wind in my back,
Only captain's Jack
(come on Jack)
I am on a new wave
Feeling so fly
Compliment my cut
I am on my way up sky
Money on my mind
Never satisfied
Take a look at my crib
I am
bitches
I got the work in the pot, got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock
a trash mouth
But your spine flaccid
Back talking, orange faced
My earbuds in, I’m relaxing
Name not jack, but call me jack-o-lantern
Imma scare the shit
a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose you hoes you out this bitch
And I ride, with the nine I won't fall or slip
If I die, they still will
back
I got it cooking on the fire
And I'm filled up with desire
Come on darling let me see you pump and jack
I'm in the mix out on the floor
Just
Pick a lot o'cotton drag a long sack comin' across the field well I see Boss Jack
He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan
When you know that
Said fuck a job ain’t getting paid by no rate (Yeah)
Apollo my vans but can’t even skate (No sir)
Ride with the semi so the car automatic (Automatic)
No
ain't ever saw the feds hit a fuckin kitchen
Ay ay ay ay
Play with me I'm going right back jack
He tried to run and got hit in his back
Ten on his head we
diamonds in that motherfucker, look like yellow piss
Uh, glass handle, glass pot
Baby bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
Looking at my Rollie, that
a sit down
Wrap the phone up in plastic and stick it in the fridge
They know where we are, but they don't know what we did
Anything 'bout a mix
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
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