Lyrics:
ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song
Singing like they were for her, but they
fall back but im back in the mix again
If rap dont work, its back selling bricks again
Hitters on go, they coming if im sending them
Shooters coming
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
Yeah big Boss CEO
(Just pay the guy) yeah
How in the hell is you gon' X out an X'er?
Use a scale, used to stretch out the extra
Heard he was dead
He
Okay I'm all in, fuck it man I'm all in
I'm tired as hell but I gotta work so I can't call in
Remember back in the day when I used to think I was
I went through a lot just to get to the top
June 10th when the mix finna drop
Came a long way from serving them blocks
Hiding out so we didn't get
Goated
I'm the boss man
I go by Roz and I rose up out the west land
This was a story untold
But now they know man
This is a notice, they know this
I'm
busy
Do this for God and everyone with me
A lot of y'all gon' fall to treason
How y'all be speaking without a reason
God's got my back, no need to get
gut you're my boo thang
I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes
She said you is too lame luv is rage too flames
Aye
Huh, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Twoey, I need 200 a week
200 an occasion
Yes sir
Aye, aye
The bitch call me baby, her trap game is crazy
She
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
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
I wrote a note to sir James explaining I couldn't sleep.
Can't sleep. I can't sleep. Make sure I'm up by 8.
I turned on the clock radio.
The only
backs up by itself I always park it
You may hear an artist, I’m colder like the arctic
Listen to my catalog I cover every market
You gotta be a boss
Have you done that Galacto Inspector?
Yes I have Captain
Very well, may we have your report?
A strange place this Dirtball is
A lot of guns a lot
hard to tell which ones are really down (Really down)
Lately I just feel like staying to myself, kuz all I see is fake when I look around
Got a lot
I'm live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild
Because I'm back on a roll, got total control
I flow like the water out your toiler bowl
Your style is
It's a lot of cap
Shots will clap then spin head around
You better watch ya back
What? Y'all forgot the fact that I
Made a lot of hit's before
Classic
The world is still mine
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
To take it back
up quick to get wit´ ´em.
So ladies if tha butt is round,
An´ you want to XXX slow down,
Call 1-900-MIX-ALOT,
An kick them nasty thought´,
Baby got
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God!
It take-a da
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot
And I ain't talking Louie my ishh yes is crack like pookie
But where we go from here cause my cortex is so complex I'm kookie
And I'm not moved by Gucci
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