Lyrics:
Daper daddy dealing with your case
Rappers get inches daddy sticky stains on my fende-a
Niggas drop, had the biggest drug by us in the block
You ever
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
how that shit feel
I was betrayed by the ones that I loved the most
You don't know how my heart feel
Scarred by the love
Broken by trust
Sometimes I
out
Trappin' like a bitch
See I'm trapped out
Trappin' with the clique
I been trappin' at my momma house
Stash it at my daddy house
Forget its at my
was sorry
I didn't tell you my folks was wrong
Oh wait, sir, yes I did, I forgot that
But I'll do it again inside this song
You don't even know if I was
a j
Put on some synth wave
Mix sum for the hoes to hoe to
Now they flagging me down
They must be from P-Town
I can't fade the tricks
With fingerwaves
to the old ways
Move real tack
Big Mack inna hallway
Better move back
Get clapped up in broad day
Like get clapped up Broad day
Who that ? Niggas don't know
pop
Hypnotized by my watch,
Diamond pendant, icy hot
Time two turn it up a notch
She dancing getting closer
So much so dat she spilled my drink
looked
say that I'm attractive
They describe my love and that's being hyperactive
I'm just a brother who likes to romance alot
Look at me as the black Sir
own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit
the place to be
I man Zebulon with the man over here
(Mac Maestro)
Yeah the main man fan ah Rotterdam
I come on with the one and only MACK Maestro
(QF Da
Then I mash out
Down on my last
I was assed out
We run it
Like it's the last down
Hit up the fast lane, go a bit faster
Sir Mix a lot, call me Grand
shouldn’t went, to the school of arts, this beat stupid bout I’m smart, I told the police who we are,
•he shined da light say you a star, I told em yes sir
and that moms lived on Pico
And Fairfax, word to Mix-A-Lot, she had backs
Open off Defari the moment she heard the Goldy Mack
Her name was Cecilia
You
the cleaners
Ten years, I'm thinking like ten days
By any means, I could get it in ten ways
I just wanted to rock nation's like Jay signed me
Me and the money
no store
Same face on the I’d they know me by the corner store
Used to trap when I was poor
Now it’s mix designer Dior
Took a flight out to the bay
it's a boy, I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick, shit
To tell the truth with you. I know, I'm safe and another nigga
Frontin' and get blown
Enviyon on the mix
Dang lil hazel what mommy and daddy raised you
I met you in the backseat and wouldn’t guess from a space view
You were what you
Buy my momma a house and my daddy a truck
Hook my little sister up cuz i love her so much
By me lots of cool stuff that you cannot touch
They be
round trip tickets
Me and Joe Jitz about to hit 6 digits
Yo I'ma live it, you watch
Mix the hip-hop with the shooby dooby doo wop
Ollie in the who's hot,
scene, you'll say that this rhyme's mean
Instead, I'm buckin off a shot at yo' head
I talk to pimps, players, mack daddies, all areas
Free said,
like stop breakin' my balls
Threw up my hands and gave 50 Grand a call
I told him to put me down cause the sacks pay a lot
Now I'm throwin' rocks,
on chrome, yeah
I done seen a lot, it's hard, how I'ma let you know what I'm on
You hardly pick up the phone, I'm hardly headin' back home
Hop in the mix, get
passé
And I'm to rad to stay
'Cause darling, no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say
Now, hang on there
Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme"
For where
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