Lyrics:
I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I
A four just hit the bottom of my pop and it look gorgeous
Lets talk about the chicken, nigga, I'll really blow your mortgage
Pull yo pistol out, nigga, up
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
I'm up ion
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
I've been trying to develop an alternative fuel from a mix of all natural substances,
But the mix was highly volatile until we found a catalyst
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,
Them say did someone
on the low money
Niggas hate but all the hoes wanna fuck me
I got money i got mo' money
Blow it by the O money
Mix tapes, over a hundred thousand sold money
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
Zhino lele yi o (le yi o) Emino!
Call me Sammytex ooh
Who know me when I no get money
Them call me journey just come
Everyday man dey try to blow
like that
I'mma blow your mind like that
I say all hands on deck
Bend it over, beat it up, put your hands on that
If you play your cards right, I
had on Roc chain?
You got the same rocks in
Ya chain as that boy, we not the same
Boy I got a aim and a
Big nose that'll blow through tissue
It's (s)
Break that dick off in her belly
Mix this peanut butter wit her jelly
That pussy so good, boy I swear I wouldn’t sell it
& great her hygiene; pussy sittin
let's work it
But I won't love you when I'm done I'd still be talkin' shit ...
That boy'z good
Yeah that boy's good
That mothafucka'z talkin' all
up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up
wrist
Little boy you don't be living like this
He mad cause I'm talking my shit
We not the same you be up in the mix
I'm popping my shit might be popping
treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck (keep a gold chain)
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Grab life by the horns when I
here on one days
Only get out there stick right one way
Moonshine and whisky by the truckload
City boy trying keep that paint shine
Redneck slingin mud
real good, send her home in an Uber
Fuck all the rumors and fuck being Sober
I'd rather mix the whiskey with the soda
Rather than mix whiskey with
got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping' at snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and timberland remember we bringin' it
I never changed
Same nigga from the bricks
Still pull up on the scene
Then pull off all wit ya bitch
She a freaky hoe know
Just how to clean the dick
now
Any day I’m bout to blow up you can hear it in my sound
That’s Josito on the boards and then I mix it drop it now
I think it’s a good time I should
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
good luck, for what
He was already dead, what the fuck
I be, breakin' my shit up off in a nigga
When I don't see, nothin' but soft in a nigga
Fuckin'
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