Lyrics:
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Pop it
Shake it Pop it
Yeah Baby
Verse 2: Don Ladyii
Yo all of my bitches is bad
You see us out popgun pussy but we get that bag
A lot of these bitches
Shake it Pop it
Shake it Pop it
Yeah Baby
[Verse 2: Don Ladyii]
Yo all of my bis' is bad, you see us out popgun P-, but we get that bag
c lot of these
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take
a move when
My phone do the beat
Baby, baby boy, Imma put you to sleep
Hey, mam, hi, sir your son don't need help
He told me he was a son to man called
the fuck you put that trash out you didn't think it Flopped
Send over the feature and I'll jump on it like sir mix a lot
Jump In now on any beat just like
so that puts you in the mix up
But I'm gunnin' for your heart, so tell that nigga it's a stick up
I called your phone, baby, pick up It's more than
Bitch I'm dead asleep
Them enemies
Come with lots of faces
Keep they back to me
That's why I keep the strap in that elastic of my boxer briefs
So when
about a million brothers trying to make it in this world
I'm glad I got a baby girl
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
Ayo, bust it, baby, got a problem saying, "Bye-bye" (I get around)
Just another hazard of a fly guy (word)
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got
Ayo, bust it, baby, got a problem saying, "Bye-bye" (I get around)
Just another hazard of a fly guy (word)
You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got
he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck
Cleanin' out my dirty closet, gettin' rid of 2020's garbage
Took a break in December, January we got right back at it
All gas, I'm never waitin', sorry sir
around ya
I don't know the shit
I really did this
I really been in the motherfuckin
Mix a lot I did this
Sir mix a lot when I be mixin
Up all this drink
a blick
Got a new watch and it's making my wrist swole
So it's back at the crib
Gettin that chicken I'm popping like Crisco
But I stay out the mix
Mix mixy
Keep a hold of my bitch
Cause that ass looking fat
Baby we winning
Girl just do the math
Said I fell off
I hopped back in the mix
He died in
I got lots of money if you make your booty clap tonight
Gush on me honey when you break your back on me Tonight
Your body is banging you
Flown it I
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
boss tell me what it is
She fucking with the kid
All up in the mix
Baby I'm a big boss tell me what it is
Yo I'm back these days
Active ways
the trenches you goin ride or die
No more looking back the past I wave bye bye
Having loyalty you're always by my side
She keep on eyeing me and said that you
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
With straps on the back
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