Lyrics:
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
your back
Wouldn't be the first time that I seen you getting crazy
That's my lil baby
Lil soldier like she came from the navy
Whole lotta water, girl you
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
love is so poisonous
The world is so fucked up got me mixing drugs up
Mix a lot of shit together on my overdose
Thought love was forever but that shit be
the spotlight right now
I got my mix of juice and gin
VIP, that's where the ball is gettin' in
Yeah, ladies, free before ten
Next week, we gonna do it all again
authentic
Anderson donuts in the coupe 360
Packed in groupies by the group wearin' Fendi
Back then she ain't never hit me back
Now I'm back, key to lock cause
loose
Got my mmhm in the bag
Mix it up with that loose
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like
wanna know what's up with 'pone I'm okay
I'm back with Jose for that free tony
You got a check then gimme that
I draw nine's and ten's just like pitty
Remix, remix
G-mix, G-mix
C-mix, yeah
Lord, I'm just tryna prosper
Having problems right now
And they can't be figured out
By no doctor
Got me then,
Now all I need is you right by my side
I just copped a lot baby I ain’t gonna lie
I just copped a sum now I’m flying through the sky
I got a ten, I got
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
white writing
White one of these with red writing
It's at my house
But you can have this one if
You come back to the hotel
Lethal said he's got tees
with a little mix
How many licks its gone take to get to where I'm tryna get
Got her in the kitchen cooking now come and get a fix
Lil baby make me proud
couldn't afford to walk a
Day in my trousers
And I got on sweats, right on time, I guess
Ayy baby ‘bout her dollars (oh yeah)
Said she bust it open for her
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
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,
back in my place now you see me
I'm way out of state get too rowdy I'll let it spray (Yeah)
Red bottoms my nigga got this out the hood
No gunna my
'cause a *** horny
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
It's about 3 in the morning
Got my thang, cocked 'cause
the bottom
It ain't shit change (Damn)
Had to ice up my body like I got wrist pain
(Yes, sir)
Neck strain, team is on my back (Yes, sir)
Still we schemin' for
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat
the victory
Wait! One moment Wait! You, boy! Get on that chair!
Me, Signor? Not a tooth, sir, I beg of you!
I ain't got a twinge, not the slightest
for them fuckers that trying P.H. with snorkels
Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter
I blow like a hurricane, so close all
at
I’m justtryna get my a** back
Front that boy a half a brick
And told him bring the bread back
Sir I mix a lot of lean my chopper
Baby got back
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