Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
cooler than Dippin Dots
I dipped for a hot while but baby got back like Sir Mix-A-Lot
One tray
Fifty shots
We get the guap, while getting sloshed
I'm
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these
Growing up watching the world change
Another day another hurricane
Growing up watching the world change
But we still dance in the rain
We got
mix it wit the Henny
Phone call baby decline it I'm actin stingy
2 tone ap i ride in the back of bentleys
Fuck you pay me only god can forgive me
I take
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