Lyrics:
Ooh shit
And now we on
I done pulled the last king
Now I'm sitting on the throne
I need to roll me a blunt
Cuz it's mix with patron and Hennessy
Nigga I
the dome by one of my homies pullin' up in all black?
All black track hawk, All black mask on no you ain't fuckin' wit that
Like, no you ain't fuckin wit
I'm doin' the dash uh-huh
Gotta get to the cash uh-huh
Like jimmy gotta blast uh-huh
My designer it mix-matched don't match uh-huh
I just took your
out the shower
Every day I be surrounded by bosses Winning right now but I take a few losses
Promise my mama I'll make it So I'm waking up every morning
Pour me a cup of that dusse mix it wit patty and call it patusse
All in the vibe feeling groovy smoking on dank cloud high like its soul plane
Hot
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
Remember I ain't have no money look at me I'm on now
Ain't got time to play no games lil bitch yeah we grown now
A little bit of weed and henny now
break the bedding rail
Niggas really 12 niggas real and tell
Niggas really 12 niggas really cops
Nigga really hating make em spin the block
My lil nigga
I don't know why these bitches love the ones that dog them
I don't know why you ride with niggas you should rob them
I don't know why they think we
My young nigga on a blue perc poppa smurf
I was born a hot nigga just like Bobby Shmurda
All we do is rob & jugg redrum murder
Playing with
I'm hella tipsy
I just reed' up I'm gone rob him if he fucking jip me
Bitch that bullet better kill me if it fucking hit me
She just pulled me to her
you heard the news?
What's that?
Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno blues baby
And this is how it gets down on the brownside of town
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle,
made for toys.
I wan´ em real thick an´ juicy.
So fin´ that juicy double.
Mix Alot´s in trouble,
Beggin´ for a piece o´ that bubble.
So I am lookin´
thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil
the king requested his presence
At all the shows
Son had all the hoes, showin they tit's a lot
Cause he was less like Lance
More like Mix-A-Lot
In the mix
reminisce
About how she fucked the whole nigga clique
I swear that bitch stay in the mix
I swear to God, the nigga RZA sick
What happen when you gotta
hate me
but you can't take me
See lil one be the baddest
well mad man be the maddest
and we got em all up in the mix
Everybody want to come and get
it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once, and I never been the same
Lil Tracy, I used to rob, but I shop now
Comin' up, I
by my shoe
Foreign whip
I skurt off with the loot
Foreign bitch
She don't know what to do
Hopped out
In the 212
Mix it up
Show how you do
I'm trynna
Puffy touch down he back home man it's lit
Told em to chill for he back in the mix
Them coppers like broads man they all on are dicks
I had nothing
This Malibu I mix it with the fucking sprite
I mix it right
I mix it right
Lil bitch so raw
She think I'm tight
Can't do me flaw, I'm way to slimey
Had
[Chorus]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm
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