Lyrics:
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
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
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
much back
So Fellas
(Yeah)
Fellas
(Yeah)
Your girlfriend got the butt'
(Hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got
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
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,
Get Joe Jitz to go splits on a used yacht
It's not new but what the fuck you got?
Ollie in the mix yo who I'm seen wit
At the party, Joe Jit and Charlie
the name and favorite later
I'm getting top notch picks
I'm getting better every mix
Building myself brick by brick
I ain't Sean but you still fucking up
got back
Sir mix a lot old shit
Let me introduce myself
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho
Baby
got back
Sir mix a lot old shit
Let me introduce myself
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho
Baby
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya
her games with someone else
He thinks and smokes
But all he's got time to do now is smoke
The woman is a threat, sir
She's got unpublished manuscripts
Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
'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
(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby
then come back and remix it
You know I'm a D nigga, a real street nigga
My Glock'll leave niggas, I'm a dead beat with it
Uh, I'm a dead beat like
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
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
Fifth floor wreaking got them people steady peeping. Had my name ringing bells for that flower Christmas tree shit. Im going hard like when u mix
niggas from my past
Don't want me breathing no more
Almost got stabbed in my back
Ain't taking chances no more
No more, no more
I pull up tell me where I'm
Feel The Same
I'm A Wink My Eye And Let U Know I Got The Game
When I Pass By I Know Exactly What U Say
He's So Fly
And He's So Coo
Hey Shawty (Hey
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