Lyrics:
other rappers, man, they got the gall
To even think they on my level
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir
a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of the trading charter
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
I'm up one, up one, up one, up one
I'm up one, up one, I'm up one, I'm up one
Never let a bitch nigga take my shine
Fuck waitin' around nigga, I'ma
bad as steff Lon don mix with Rihanna and a stallion
I got some hoes in my stash
The same stash I keep my cash
They some gold digging pussy but with
are my rhymes and spread like flue
They stick like glue
You sad cause they ain't written by you
Endless flows, Human form of Bangladesh
I hide my stash
Take a piece of America back
It's called truth
We the last of the vintage flowers, we carry it on our shoulders
I keep my friends close
Versatility is my bag tricks
Take all the talent into one mix
Like Felix you know imma fix
Don’t involve myself with no conflicts
All the good days I still
around ya
I don't know the shit
I really did this
I really been in the motherfuckin
Mix a lot I did this
Sir mix a lot when I be mixin
Up all this drink
Excuse me sir that’s a awful lot of pills there
Been fuckin' with 'em so heavy that I’m getting scared
Sike If I die blunts rolled so I’m prepared
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
has painted,
Just needs a sample by Sir Mix-a-Lot!
Now's a great time to play it..
Put 'em down in the ground, but they came right back.
Zombie Attack!
trut'!
To shave-a da face
Or even a part
Widout it-a smart
Require da heart
It take-a da art
I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my yout'!
sex, 15
000 people cheering me on i could
Take all of you in
My bed right fucking now! But
You're not invited Mark
Tom: You have got giant boobs
And I
chrome
Mercury-tipped bullets, melt the dome
It's the 1990's, and crack is
Talkin' to the criminals, ever so subliminal
Some crackhead wants mix-a-lot
a sugar
You want to add it by a lot
Lost my voice recording music
But I'm speaking from the heart
Sit down and I wonder
Can I touch the blue sky
How do I
Left my stain all over the game
And these wanna be's wanna be me
They disrespect me then they beg me for a Re-tweet
Then we see them on the camera,
think I'm an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I'm an addict, try to talk me down and I won't have it
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone
gone
Either strap up or pack up is my motto
You say, "I wanna stay"
I say, "I know, yo, but bye, go"
Let's take it to the extent
If you love her, when
the parkin lot pointin out the window
Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga see Bo
Bitches all in my business 'cause they think I move kilo's
I, call my
cause he be God? Oh no
G-o-d, I be not he, it's true, don't call me loco
And my man Eric the Wiz will stir the mini mix up like Coco
Cut like Michael
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
the best
That's my new motive in this bitch
Stash a whole one near my scrotum
Russian on me that's a blitz
They always told me take a risk
So I'm smart
lot of money
Man somebody get killed
Que pasa, que pasa, you know that I'm proper
I run with my partners
We need us a doctor, for drinkin' the vodka
in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But
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