Lyrics:
chancers on the scene
Glamour in the gutters, only so RT
Sick graffiti artists and tabloid queen
Mix it up, mix it up
Every 'do you've ever seen
We're
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
haters pay up or lay up in the cemetery
Bow down, son, it's customary
We show up and blow up
Take over the whole show, it's over
You know it feels good
Not a remix, it's a 3G mix, oh
Look, she gave me a blowjob
I got hired to come and blow her back out
I came in with no prob
When I got deep up in it
Wanna make her feel like she just turned twenty-one
Wanna take her out with all her friends and let 'em all get fucked up
Throw an after party in
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
can stop the boat
See I ain't ever been up under boy I'm the float
And I'ma always be bad nigga I'm the goat (You wanna)
(Good God)
Yeah clock the tea
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
Dro stuck to the window blowing
Whoa, nigga feeling real good
He high as he could
Nigga fucked around and blew up
Whoa, we gotta mix it right
call of duty hit ah nigga town with ah nuke
How you claim you drop shit but ain’t you scared ta shoot
Call P and he ah blow ah nigga like ah flute
Mix
get the touch like Midas
Yeah
Can y'all boys hang
I promise when I blow imma bring the whole gang I know how
That boy telling his bot fans to stream his
to get it done right. So have a couple more, I guarantee a good night. Bet you ain't never had it done by a hood type? And your mans gotta go. See I'm
Huh Jay pass the keys
Going up I can't stop
Mix it up
Add the switch to the glock
Changing the narrative don't call me Pac
And I'm running the coast do
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
some good things when I get it
(Ima do it)
Do Good (And when I get it)
Do Good by your people (Ima do it)
Do Good by your friends
Boy, you better do it
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
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
a fan
So I got up quick and I saved that lick
And I cash out right, fuck a bih
And I killed my show and I don't need blow
And you're meltin' like some
live
Another day that I live
Another day that I live
Walking with the mix vibin' till we see the sunset sunset
Came up fake love break me from the waist
Russian chopstick, taller than Mutombo
Four nick' knock a hole outta Dumbo
In the kitchen mix the pot up like gumbo
Milly fuck up the pans, I’m a five star
em sheesh
Been in and out of my ways
Grab an umbrella no princess peach
We're getting Surrounded by rain
She gone Blow me like an ocarina
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