Lyrics:
this all legal
For the block, I'll be screamin villain non-stop
5, 6 on a mission take it to the top
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Tech N9ne]
Aye
red drawers,
i slip and slide and break my stride and mix with sinners
Would you still have love for me
I know she aint no dancer but she step right
I know she
lemonade and I don't need a straw
Fell asleep with my jewelry on they love to cuddle up
Diamonds like my baby mama so that mean they dumb as fuck
And this
July 5th, woke up got a four for four
Took up half my paycheck
Other half landlords
Evictions notice love doors
America loves war and
Fucking over
tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon
to Maul
You can HMU never ignoring your call
For your 411 ima shoott like the laws!
This that L.O.V.E
Mix it up so good like lean
Never was I good
heat under my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens goin' glow
Yo
Check it
Ay
Ay B. V. to you
Black Eyed Peas
With some gravy in a pot
Mix it up
You know I'm coming in with that hot
Light em up
You know they
love to this Atlan'
My Sex Intelligence makes all you otha' niggas irrelevant
And she screaming Re-mix this dope shit
In the room like an elephant
Ya I'm taking that bitch down if she comin to my house
Smoking on this pack in the green room
Outside by the pool it's a late night in June
Put
hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
Walking through this Big Brother state
Everywhere I go I see
Writing
I do that
Recording
I do that
Mix it, master it
Yea, I do that
And all by my damn self
Cause I’m making it
Oh
I’m making it
I don’t want to write
shit on my mind I mix the lean with the sprite
Fuck a 9 to 5 Ima ride all night
If there is a problem we gon' solve em with them pipes
Bust up all
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin'
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin'
to this heavenly
Young God every time I bless a beat
W-w-w-walk around town like I got my dick out
Heads up high, checking how my new mix sound
Fell in
the opposition y'all can come and get it
Told bro ima get this shit by any means
Bagging grams taking trips just to serve some fiends
Bagging bitches hit
Big stepper young big steppers
We Chilling at the top like we came in with a ladder
Them boys think they bad but they kno say We badder
This 4 5
off his spinach
Olive oil
All in da mix
Designer bag
She love my style
This supreme
Got me looking rich
Supreme got me looking rich
White on redThis
by a cent
She asked me who have I been fucking cause that's not her scent
Man we just fucking ain't no loving, this not making sense
If I mix fire with
Better not be no bull shit, I ain't even wit that
Back to what a nigga came out here for
This 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's
Head back
got thicker the
Well you know what got thicker
Snuck in the pack don't know how to act
Mama in the mix she ain't falling back
When this shit drop make
1500 for that Draco but that beam and stock was free
24 like Kobe for a snake think he gone mamba me
She infatuated by this Rollie every rock on me
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