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now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't

around the clock
By myself when I go clock
Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks
On the block goin block for block

I used to be the smallest of
Ballers but

on the low key
Lies poppin my buzz feed 
And some dirty broads thats nasty
Dont take much to keep it classy 
But it takes a lot to get past me
And i dont put

When moms was raking in by batting many innings
Really try to catch my drift and it's meaning
Fended for my self hanging around bad neighborhoods
I truly

Soul to Keep

O.C.

Bon Appetit

2001

My style is reserved, address me as Sir Fly
Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin' for number one and shit
Brooklyn born and bred, reppin' my residence

I ain't 'bout a
Lot of y'all dawg, man, I need my bitches
I need my bitches
My Switzerland and bitches, the nasty
Filthy and the sleazy bitches
My

pass me by
Watchin' you out of the corner of my eye
With a big booty and them healthy thighs
Let a nigga get a lil' piece of that pie
You ain't all

then, you still a bitch
Emo nigga with a clitoris
You were a bitch back then, you still a bitch
They call me naughty dog
Round of applause
When it comes

They be belly floppin
I am barely floppin
Rarely rockin' with the safety on my holy water Glock
I'm steady washin
Hades sent me lots of oxycodone

like a bright tie
Usually it's just me, myself, and I write
But this time I'm drivin' crazy on the interstate
Cause women are taken by dogs like a nasty

singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get

a milli and stay low key
Never mix biz with homies, keep it M-O-E
No comfort zone, that's how you get fooled my G
I was, raised in the church, influenced by

dog, so why should I?
A lot of times I gave out
Took out my last, when I really just trying to grind
Lost money tryin' to please those, who don't respect

wrong
Young gang on my boat, it's the same song
Same quote, nature stretches it out note by note

It's a new state, you don't know the nomenclature

the children get crossed
Get lost get struck by vehicles
With no car facts
These type of rides can't buy at a car max
Self hatred from hatred
The process is

getting lifted the white sir smoke alot straight getting splifted

Verse 3
I walked in swinging laughing and singing intoxicated and slightly faded
the Room

laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single 
Way to the top that's Pluto 
Astronaut 
My lance Armstrong 
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot 
In my own

got back 
Sir mix a lot old shit 
Let me introduce myself 
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho 
Baby

kitchen hot
Working with little to nothing but sir I mix a lot
Mission was the ceiling
Tops
Tipping (Tip in)  the shit I drop
Will he (wheelie pop) pop ?

married

Baby got back she be on it doing squats
When I'm In It I be whiping it call me sir mix a lot
Switch lanes when moods change
Excited by games

fucker yo
Most of you are more ass than sir mix alot music video
You little homies are more fishy than the smell from a stripper pole
I'm working to get

brzydzi tutaj jak ospa
Tona silikonu w cyckach też

Jeszcze trzy miesiące i kotek da mi na nowe cycki

Wymóg to bufet, który doceniłby Sir Mix-A-Lot
Więc

free that I'm the dopest nigga

Coming out that northwest
It's a fact that I won't be no Sir Mix-a-lot
I'm making up the sound
That make you feel it

Energy make this one
Ayy, ayy
A lot of shit to try to throw you off your element
Put that shit up in your hustle and development

Swear these niggas