Lyrics:
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
Lot of friends but mi trust nobody
They don't love me
They love my money
That be why a dey find more milli milli
Inna small time ago ride in ma ghini
pay off
A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
He took my advice, 'stead a yell again
Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
been hooked on you since before the first date
(You can count on me baby, so let my arms be your safety)
You and me, we mix just like a mix tape
Go
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
Damn that boy snapping yes sir
Ba ba boogie on the mix
Yea
Just listen
Check it
Living life where you die if u move wrong
Driving 2 tone but my
money, take money money
My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks a lot
Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
He liked to fuck a lot and make the rubber pop
he be offing shit
My daddy said, "gangstas move in silence"
Ion talk a lot
My favorite room is the kitchen
Nigga, I'm Sir Mix A Lot
The Wraith truck
fuckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
Alot of MC's came to my showdown
TO watch me put your fuckin ass ho down
Now you should go alozaro?
With outa
a lot to cry about (facts)
Know a lot of shit that I can only talk with God about (man)
Shit that I wished, it start comin' true, I had to watch my
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
nigga yea that's the chrome
A lot of bags and yo bitch in my phone
She just Want Dick baby here go the bone
Wrong
I been stacking satoshi
Always been
F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice
Its like the roll of the dice
For a whole new life
But don't get my song wrong
I enjoy it a lot
Walkin around
Run it up
Count it up
Dosu I don't stop
Up by 15 points I'm never running out the clock
50 brand new goals
They said dosu that all a lot and do yung
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
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,
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing' cost your
Man a lot of dough (Oh)
The fuck am I bustin' my brain fo'?
It's just the way the game
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
wouldn't roll up
whip through daly city scoop my nigga at the bart train
nations for the cheesecake
blondies for the pizza
Mix love him some pancho but ya
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