Lyrics:
the Sickest
I dont give a fuck what you talking bout
I got your bitch on me she loving the way that I flip it
When Im on the beat I do not give two fucks bout
the Sickest
I dont give a fuck what you talking bout
I got your bitch on me she loving the way that I flip it
When Im on the beat I do not give two fucks bout
a bit
Make a beat
Take a hit
Go to sleep repeat that shit
Look its two years later, I don't smoke no more
Driving to the bars, these days I drink more
inakuwanga Mix? Mix?
CHORUS X 2
Original song: Matata
Track: Alvin Brown Beats
Refix producer: Mavo on the Beat
Lyrics: Alex Mathenge,
Production House: Spine
(Wassup wassup)
Yeah, you know we on the come up (Come up)
(Wassup wassup)
Think we went stupid, we’ll go dumber
Got Savage On the Beat, straight making
the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Yo Tee word
Hit it! Now Peter was a pipe head
Who weighed it by the pound
He
I'm on the addy, not the Advil (yeah)
I done spent two million, like damn near (Ah)
Lighters electro, I'm geekin' on shrooms
(Shrooms)
Mix the McQueen
drink brews
Every bitch comes in twos
Don't mix shit like pro tools
We smoke dope in the stu
You say you know me but I do not know you
Dynamic duo like
on the dance floor we go,
EDM Christmas, let the melodies grow.
(Verse 2)
Neon glow, on a sleigh ride,
Synths are soaring, side by side.
Santa's dropping beats
1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps
beat off with some trap shit(whoah whoah)
300 bales in my league that's a hat trick
Flipping all these bows got me traveling the atlas
Imma mix my drug
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
(You know what I want to hear)
[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink
The vibes all up when i'm feeling good,
All of the bro's wanna get out the hood
The years go by it's crazy,
Summer time feels and get's so brazy
in the studio and make hits
Fix up the mix
Then whip up and get up by six
All like it aint shit
Everyday I'm mobbing I be out here papper chasing
Aztec killed it with the beat
Rolling up another wood
Mix with henny not the lean
Always know where I'm from cause I been chucking up the Vs
Always taught
me right here, found me by my lonely
Bitch I be a star, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Bitch I'm off 1, 2 bars might OD
Trappin' by my lonely
Trappin' by my lonely
[Featuring Outlawz]
2Pac: Spoken
No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row
no moe
Ion mix lean with the crown no moe
Shawty asked why I ain't around no moe
Ion gotta serve it by the pound no moe
Plug ain't outta town no moe
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*
[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
I'm toxic as fuck like when you mix bleach and ammonia
Y'all niggas be catching so much fucking heat
You thought you was a ball player Miami
I hit you
Free YSL
Could have a bitch rather be by myself
P did the mix and the mix and the clicks on the shit
Then he sent it to Chris so you see why it sells
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