Lyrics:
I don’t wear no Kenzo, hop in the whip and dip low
Remix the jugg like Diplo, my stash got hella crypto
That’s a stash spot
Money be my mascot
Bitch
they were bottle tops;
Keeping dubies in our socks,
Rolling cigars by the box,
Rapping to the cuties
With big buddies like Sir Mix-A-Lot;
Knowing we
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,
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
or everybody
In the room's getting clapped
This shit's hereditary I got the
Game in fucking missionary
Known to murder beats I write obituaries
Yes I am
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespan
Freaked
the bitch was flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespan
Freaked
I've got a pound of dank
And a gallon of cognac
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
Fuck it, I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't
Seem
flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different
flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different
the BUF
Where they down to rough
Got it up the mud
Yeah I'm a mutt
Dog ass nigga if you not
You a bitch or you a pup
Try to fuck the game
And label me
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
verses
You say your the man of your turf
But you ain't putting in the work
Work
I put the work and 'em niggas you rappin'
By four by ceilin', got really,
of bounds running plays
Running up a bag, run a hundred dash like a race in a marathon
Carry on, home runs in the Marriot, Barry Bonds
I got money on my
and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Kognack
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that
Flicks or Weird Al Yankovic
Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit
Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila
I'm instillina a willina and killing
flammy
She had a best friend, her name was Jane
I pulled to the side and I spitted that game
I met a lot of freaks in my lifespine
Freaked one night
of the kush
I got a hand full of songs i can drop
Anytime like a bomb call me Osama
I'm doin verses for couple of hunnids
I'm doin you favours no dramas
I
Addonnis
It's a lot of players in this sport
But what y'all gonna do now that I'm here and its Game Time
Riding 'round with the roof off
Just pulled
sent ‘em
But guess what y'all? That's my actual face sir. What?
cnd it's glowing slime green like my tactical laser [Tactical laser]
I made it all
walking, talking trynna' do it like me
No you don't do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they do it like me
I know a lot of man that think they
naked when I close my eyes
That's not dog shit, big unc', you got a lot of fives
I fuck ugly bitches like a nigga that ran out of dimes
I think I
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