Lyrics:
And back around
Climb inside to see he's got a soul
He got a role
All is well and we are safe and sound
So there he go, there he go
Once again he's coming
putting everything on the line
Imma need a thick chick
Who I can mix with
Pour that gin and tonic we are finna catch a vibe
We riding
We riding
We riding
We
(If you know then we know, NatsGotTracks)
Different sweets is a Pick 'n' Mix
Let's see what fits (M1OnTheBeat)
Amiri rips, got the wap on show
know they can't ever little bro me
No matter how big they blow, they still a little below
It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow
Guaranteed
my jeans (My jeans)
Ain't missin' no plate, we eatin'
(We eatin')
You see the drip by the way, long range
(My drip) let's go, let's go, let's go
(It's
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
a break little nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came from the wall like a mix pack
I've got pengtings shaking their tic tacs
And I know that I shouldn't be
Roll the weed up, turn the beat up
Oh please you need to turn the volume up in the speakers
Mix rapping and signing with a little bit of dreaming
Fans
night
Now we on the London road
Got a little cheese pack
Got a little food
Now it's back to the flow
I get giddy with it though
I need a little
the path.
CHORUS:
VERSE 4:When the preacher was finished, I sang my songOf hope and forgiveness, of righting the wrongsThere are some things that we don't
(We could doubt that motherfucker)
Au revoir, Yung dick talkin bout all of y'all
Young tits looking like mardi gras
I might sharpie ya'll, I'm tryn
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
acoustic
My advice to you is stay home, make some harder music
Self-quarantine cause your work is non-essential
Everything I drop is over the top
ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL 'til we D-I-E, hold on, hold
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
Every sailor's son
Is taught when they are young
That the pull of the moon lingers on
Something we can't escape
From Bimini 'round the cape
Mix
No features boy yeah we gon go spaz it
Did it by myself yeah who are they trashing
Young Cole Rose he's about to go blastin'
Sipping on wok and we mix
We are unsigned hype
We are what the young minds like
I'm fed up with the rain
I'm looking for the sunshine lights
We are unsigned hype
We are what
as fast as I could
By the sound of the voice I new it couldn't be good
In front of Royal Sounds I heard the news,
Mix was gone and the Uncle's getting sued
tell your friend to go and bring a friend
We make it fast like Ramadan, young phenomenon
The mini-me's become enemies
'Cause I don't let them close,
man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a suntan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred
for
Y'all gave the wrong man power and now we're at war
I never rapped to an acoustic beat before
A jerry this an instant classic like cb4
These
lookin' for some drama, it's my pleasure to oblige
We believe in the now, what I rep I be about (okay)
That's the reason why I'm hot, from a little
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
_2.jpg/300px-Little_Mix_at_the_Confetti_Tour_in_Leeds_(cropped)_2.jpg "Little Mix")
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