Lyrics:
I'm counting my streams
I'm collecting my G's, I feel like a G
I'm repping my code, by shooting these beams
Put you in a coffin like Lil Yachty
Or just
to fuel this fire no more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm
And over and over I
paulie by the dresser got
Paulie by the dresser
Baby this my special
Take that paulie and that hypno then you mix that bih together
Put you on another
I don't have the time to listen to all your pity talk
No cursing from this point on, I'm too on point
Vomit on your sweater already, no spaghetti tho
(ya)
Is the Jungle Brothers (yeah)
On a black piece of wax (yeah)
My name is Mike G (uh huh)
On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme,
here is somewhat close to mold.
This wasted breath will be the death of me all this new shit's getting old.
Your coca cola eats through metal, kills
by the boat
I blow up Mulsanne on this smoke
Jet fuel plane boat
Flood my watch face with the crystal meth
No tints Wraith nigga
Grown man cape
nights
I know it's hard to sleep
Was just a kid
It's time to grow up
I've got kids to feed
It's how I live
I always show up
I've got what they need
My
by the henchmen
City, town, state arena or convention
Please believe these the G's that ease pension
Rakka and Ev said that it's a marathon
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
folks can't tell us shit
Dilated high n wasted on them fuckin blues
Mix it with the purple heron call it fossil fuels
That's when I'm a different person
(yeah, yeah) mix it with that purple heroin
And fossil fuels (yeah, yeah)
That's when I'm a different person
At that point, I'm not a person
At that point,
on them blues (Yeah, yeah)
Mix it with that purple heroin
And fossil fuels (Yeah, yeah)
That's when I'm a different person
At that point, I'm not a person
recession
Fuel for crippling depression
But I've made it this far in life
28 Years of wasted time
If I give in to what's burning in my head
Give it time
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a semi
So wasted, Yogi man, come and get me
Tried to get home, but my legs won't let me
Life's so good, man I want more Henny
I told them I used
Hunnid fifties
Different cities
White girl wasted shitty
I wanna stay with you all night
I wanna say that you're all mine
Sippin wine by the fire place
like me
Ayy I hit a blunt
Everytime I get time
Everytime I get I make sure I kill the mic
Make sure I mix the sprite
So you'll not reach my height
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm
mine, now I don't try cuz my time wasted
Get out your feelings, my brodie & go and get you a bag
Got no time to slack now
Feel like a king and I'm coming
Before I leave I wanna finger tippy toe the sky
Trace the horizons till I'm fast asleep beneath the night
Awaken blinded by the morning sun
Up on its
Sit wit it... sit with the pain
Sit wit it let it run through your veins
Sit wit it... sit with the pain
Sit wit it... uh
Sitting by the tv
don’t even know me
My guys been pen so many times when he come back he don’t even know, Italian g like Tony
Ill fuck your wife
Then ill go back and do
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
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