Lyrics:
a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I'm gon' let it hit (Yeah), every day I'm lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take
I'm the one who told Kyron you was there
I was hoping that he will kill you
Six months ago a girl died outside a club, she was shot in the back
She
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
niggas do addition
Two broads on top of me call it division
Big baller business can I get a witness
Niggas on Soundcloud like who the fuck is this
Call me
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
Yeah 2 by number in flash mode
All they wan rock is my energy
They don't wanna drink no Hennessy they don't want weed yeah but they wanna get high
a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually
Mix-A-Lot a sucker
Who you callin' sucker, lip-synching motherfucker
Move the set boy how's this fiasco
I'm in your gutter and I'm singin' like Tabasco,
beware of them niggas who won't look you in yo eye
smilin' all the time
but in they heart is despise
check the blueprints
study the (sclumatics??)
you'll surely try, but off these pills yeah I'm gonna fly
MGK who I wanna be but playing puck is how I'm tryna be
6'2" with no shoes, honestly I can
1 down
1 down
2 below
1 down
1 down
2 below
Baby girl she feeling me
Baby girl she feeling me
Baby girl she feeling me
Baby girl she feeling me
1
flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left
dogs be stuntin'
We getting all the money
(Get The Money!)
You in a Neon
I'm scoring like Deon
Me Bridget and Lisa
Two hoes is a threesome
I'm big boy
that, tell em who you is (the Mix Tape Messiah)
Ok tell em what you represent, (Chamillitary mayn)
Already, H-Town stand up let's go
[Hook]
[Rasaq]
One two three lemme hop on this beat
Cuz these bitches ain't shit when you compare em to me
Sike
I got my limits but I'll still be a G
Shout-out
My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot
songs on the radio
The ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterous
If you a scholar you already know
So she decided she should
(";A loser!";)
I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come
Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing pony
'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol'
community service hours
for selling weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped, but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million
yeah
Niggas talking tough and they ain't half of it yeah
And that's the type of shit that get you smacked and shit, bitch
Got me a new chick and she from
a bottle of white then
Got straight to business like two corporate white men
The food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually
a bitch
I pull up with the heater bitch
My whip is a two seater bitch
Im dripping aquafina bitch
If she tripping ima leave the bitch
What you wanna do
Pull
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